Usted buscó: trust the timing, things happen for a reason (Inglés - Tamil)

trust the timing, things happen for a reason
trust friendship

trust the timing of your life
நேரத்தை நம்புங்கள், விஷயங்கள் ஒரு காரணத்திற்காக நடக்கும்

everything happens for a reason
உங்கள் தவறுகள் உங்களை வரையறுக்காது

not everyone text you for a reason
பொருள் இல்

just believe everything happens for a reason
எல்லாம் ஒரு பாடத்திற்காக நடக்கிறது என்று நம்புங்கள்

i distance myself from people for a reason
மனிதம் போற்றுவோம்

i say "everything is happening for a reason
எல்லாம் ஒரு காரணத்திற்காக நடக்கிறது

i know everything happens for a reason but what the fuck
காரணம் என்னவென்று எனக்குத் தெரியும்

everything happens for a reason either is a blessing or a lesson
everything happens for a reason either is a blessing or a lesson

everything happens for a reason. don't question it, trust it.
நடக்கும் எல்லாவற்றுக்கு ஒரு காரணமுண்டு

i know everything happens for a reason,but sometimes i wish i knew what the reason was
i know everything happens for a reason, but sometimes i wish i knew what the reason was.

i know everything happens for a reason but sometimes i wish i knew what the reason was
காரணம் என்னவென்று எனக்குத் தெரியும்

we meet everyone for a reason either they are a blessing or a lesson meaning in tamil
ஒன்று நீங்கள் ஒரு ஆசீர்வாதம் அல்லது ஒரு பாடம்

we meet everyone for a reason either it's a blessing or a lesson!
ஒன்று நீங்கள் ஒரு ஆசீர்வாதம் அல்லது ஒரு பாடம்

whatever happens for a reasons
என்ன நடந்தாலும் தனியாக எதிர்கொள்ள நேரிடும்

as an aries,i h8te when ppl try to test my gangsta.i'm quiet for a reason don't make me show you why
ஒரு மேஷ ராசியாக, பிபிஎல் என் கேங்ஸ்டாவை சோதிக்க முயற்சிக்கும்போது நான் h8te செய்கிறேன். நான் ஒரு காரணத்திற்காக அமைதியாக இருக்கிறேன்

certain things happen in a certain way at a certain time and place for a certain reason. and sometimes, god brings certain people into our lives for a purpose, but whatever reasons he had in mind for making our paths cross and bringing us together, i don’t really care because i’m honored and grateful that he did. i love you always, my dearest friend
சில காரியங்கள் ஒரு குறிப்பிட்ட காரணத்திற்காக ஒரு குறிப்பிட்ட நேரத்திலும் இடத்திலும் ஒரு குறிப்பிட்ட வழியில் நிகழ்கின்றன. சில நேரங்களில், தேவன் சிலரை ஒரு குறிக்கோளுக்காக நம் வாழ்க்கையில் கொண்டுவருகிறார், ஆனால் நம் பாதைகளைக் கடப்பதற்கும், நம்மை ஒன்றிணைப்பதற்கும் அவர் மனதில் என்ன காரணங்களை வைத்திருந்தாலும், நான் உண்மையில் கவலைப்படுவதில்லை, ஏனென்றால் அவர் செய்ததற்காக நான் பெருமைப்படுகிறேன், நன்றியுள்ளவனாக இருக்கிறேன். நான் எப்போதும் உன்னை நேசிக்கிறேன், என் அன்பான நண்பா

i'm doing nothingi had been staying with a friend of mine, an artist and delightfully lazy fellow, at his cottage among the yorkshire fells, some ten miles from a railway-station; and as we had been fortunate enough to encounter a sudden spell of really warm weather, day after day we had set off in the morning, taken the nearest moorland track, climbed leisurely until we had reached somewhere about two thousand feet above sea-level, and had then spent long golden afternoon lying flat on our backs – doing nothing. there is no better lounging place than a moor. it is a kind of clean bare antechamber to heaven. beneath its apparent monotony that offers no immediate excitement, no absorbing drama of sound and colour, there is subtle variety in its slowly changing patterns of cloud and shadow and tinted horizons, sufficient to keep up a flicker of interest in the mind all day. with its velvety patches, no bigger than a drawing-room carpet, of fine moorland grass, its surfaces invite repose. its remoteness, its permanence, its old and sprawling indifference to man and his concerns, rest and cleanse the mind. all the noises of the world are drowned in the one monotonous cry of the curlew. day after day, then, found us full-stretched upon the moor, looking up at the sky or gazing dreamily at the distant horizon. it is not strictly true, of course, to say that we did absolutely nothing, for we smoked great quantities of tobacco, ate sandwiches and little sticks of chocolate, drank from the cold bubbling streams that spring up from nowhere, gurgle for a few score yards, then disappear again. occasionally we exchanged a remark to two. but we probably came as close to doing nothing as it is possible for two members of our race. we made nothing, not even any plans; not a single idea entered our heads; we did not even indulge in that genial boasting which is the usual pastime of two friendly males in conference. somewhere, far away, our friends and relatives were humming and bustling, shaping and contriving, planning, disputing, getting, spending; but we were gods, solidly occupied in doing nothing, our minds immaculate vacancies. but when our little hour of idling was done and we descended for the last time, as flushed as sunsets, we came down into this world of men and newspaper owners only to discover that we had just been denounced by mr gordon selfridge. when and where he had been denouncing us i do not know. nor do i know what hilarious company had invited and received his conferences. strange things happen at this season, when the unfamiliar sun ripens our eccentricities. it was only last year or the year before that some enterprising person who had organized a conducted tour to the continental arranged, as bait for the more intellectual holiday-makers, that a series if lectures should be given to the party by eminent authors at various places en route. the happy tourists set out, and their conductor was as good as his word, for behold – at the very first stopping-place dean inge gave them an address on the modern love of pleasure. but whether mr selfridge had been addressing a crowd of holiday-makers or a solemn conference of emporium owners, i do not know, but i do know that he said that he hated laziness more than anything else and held it the greatest of sins. i believe too that he delivered some judgment on persons who waste time, but i have forgotten his reasons and instances and, to be frank, would count it a disgraceful waste of time to discover again what they were. mr selfridge did not mention us by name, but it is hardly possible to doubt that he had us in mind throughout his attack on idleness. perhaps he had had a frantic vision of the pair of us lying flat on our backs on the moor, wasting time royally while the world’s work waited to be done, and, incidentally, to be afterwards bought and sold in mr selfridge’s store. i hope he had, for the sight should have done him good; we are a pleasing spectacle at any time, but when we are doing nothing it would do any man’s heart good to see us, even in the most fragmentary and baffling vision.
நான் ஒன்றும் செய்வதில்லை