検索ワード: worst (英語 - テルグ語)

worst:
చెడ్డ:

worst fellow
చెత్త తోటి

love me at my worst
love me at my worst

situations are worst day by day
situations are worst day by day

worst people give you a lesson
worst people gives you a lesson

worst people gives you a lesson
worst people give you lesson

even at the worst i want giveup on you
అత్యంత ఘోరమైన సమయంలో కూడా నేను నిన్ను వదులుకోవాలనుకుంటున్నాను

i need somebody who can love me at my worst
నా చెత్తగా నన్ను ప్రేమించే వ్యక్తి కావాలి

even at the worst i won't give up on you
కొన్నిసార్లు మీరు ఇక్కడ ఉంటే బాగుండేది

people say me bad, but trust me iam the worst
ప్రజలు నన్ను చెడ్డవారు, నేను చెత్తను కాని నన్ను నమ్మండి

being ignored worst feeling ever meaning in telugu
విస్మరించబడటం అనేది తెలుగులో ఎప్పుడూ లేని హీనమైన అనుభూతి

when i am good i am best when i am bad i am worst
నేను మంచిగా ఉన్నప్పుడు నేను చెడ్డవాడిని

people say's me bad, but trust me i am the worst
ప్రజలు నన్ను చెడ్డగా చెబుతారు, కాని నన్ను నమ్మండి నేను చెత్తను

if you are good i'm best, if you are bad i'm worst
நீ நல்லவனாக இருந்தால் நான் சிறந்தவன், நீ கெட்டவனாக இருந்தால் நான் மோசமானவன்

no one is with me at my worst and also no one will be with me at my best
నా దుర్మార్గంలో ఎవరూ నాతో లేరు మరియు నా ఉత్తమమైన సమయంలో ఎవరూ నాతో ఉండరు.

the best thing about the worst time of your life is that you get to see the true colors of everyone
the best thing about the worst time of your life is that you get to see the true colors of everyone.

the best thing abou the worst time of your life is that you get to see the true colours of every one meaning
మీ జీవితం యొక్క ఘోరమైన సమయం అబౌట్ అత్యుత్తమమైన విషయం ఏమిటంటే మీరు ప్రతి ఒక్క అర్ధం యొక్క నిజమైన రంగులు చూడటం

from the past couple of days we are faced very worst situation but that was the greatest experience which we never knew.... anyways i hope that it will vanish soon ....be strong my girl i am always for you maa.....����
గత రెండు రోజుల నుండి మేము చాలా ఘోరమైన పరిస్థితిని ఎదుర్కొన్నాము, కానీ అది మనకు ఎప్పటికీ తెలియని గొప్ప అనుభవం.... ఏదేమైనా అది త్వరలో అదృశ్యమవుతుందని నేను ఆశిస్తున్నాను.... బలంగా ఉండండి నా అమ్మాయి నేను మీ కోసం ఎల్లప్పుడూ ఉంటాను.....����

the room – story about what jesus does with our sins in that place between wakefulness and dreams, i found myself in the room. there were no distinguishing features save for one wall covered with small index card files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. as i drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read “people i have liked.” i opened it and began flipping cards. i quickly shut it, shocked to realize that i recognized the names written on each one. and then without being told, i knew exactly where i was. this lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. here were written the actions of every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn’t match. a sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as i began randomly opening files and exploring their content. some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that i would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. a file named “friends” was next to one marked “friends i have betrayed.” the titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. “books i have read,” “lies i have told,” “comfort i have given,” “jokes i have laughed at.” some were almost hilarious in their exactness: “things i’ve yelled at my brothers.” others i couldn’t laugh at: “things i have done in my anger,” “things i have muttered under my breath at my parents.” i never ceased to be surprised by the contents. often there were many more cards than i expected. sometimes fewer than i hoped. i was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life i had lived. could it be possible that i had the time in my short life to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? but each card confirmed this truth. each was written in my own handwriting. each signed with my own signature. when i came to a file marked “lustful thoughts,” i felt a chill run through my body. i pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. i shuddered at its detailed content. i felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. an almost animal rage broke on me. one thought dominated my mind: no one must ever see these cards! no one must ever see this room! i have to destroy them! in an insane frenzy i yanked the file out. its size didn’t matter now. i had to empty it and burn the cards. but as i took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, i could not dislodge a single card. i became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when i tried to tear it. defeated and utterly helpless, i returned the file to its slot. leaning my forehead against the wall, i let out a long, self-pitying sigh. and then i saw it. the title bore “people i have shared the gospel with.” the handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. i pulled on its handle and a small box not more than 3 inches long fell into my hands. i could count the cards it contained on one hand. and then the tears came. i began to weep. sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. i fell on my knees and cried. i cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. the rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. no one must ever, ever know of this room. i must lock it up and hide the key. but then as i pushed away the tears, i saw him. no, please not him. not here. oh, anyone but jesus. i watched helplessly as he began to open the files and read the cards. i couldn’t bear to watch his response. and in the moments i could bring myself to look at his face, i saw a sorrow deeper than my own. he seemed to intuitively go to the worst boxes. why did he have to read every one? finally he turned and looked at me from across the room. he looked at me with pity in his eyes. but this was a pity that didn’t anger me. i dropped my head, covered my face with my hands and began to cry again. he walked over and put his arm around me. he could have said so many things. but he didn’t say a word. he just cried with me. then he got up and walked back to the wall of files. starting at one end of the room, he took out a file and, one by one, began to sign his name over mine on each card. “no!” i shouted rushing to him. all i could find to say was “no, no,” as i pulled the card from him. his name shouldn’t be on these cards. but there it was, written in red so rich, so dark, so alive. the name of jesus covered mine. it was written with his blood. he gently took the card back. he smiled a sad smile and began to sign the cards. i don’t think i’ll ever understand how he did it so quickly, but the next instant it seemed i heard him close the last file and walk back to my side. he placed his hand on my shoulder and said, “it is finished.” i stood up, and he led me out of the room. there was no lock on its door. there were still cards to be written. read more at stories | jesus christ wallpapers | christian songs online - part 123 http://www.turnbacktogod.com/category/stories/page/123/#ixzz3ulm9yz6m
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