Haters are those, that never were given any chances, that blew their chances, or that never took the chance.

A friend is the wax that keeps the flame lit, an enemy is the wind that blows it out.

There will always be haters. And the more you grow the more they hate; the more they hate the more you grow.

Expect while reaching for the stars, people to whirl by with their dark clouds and storm upon you.