But indeed an old religious uncle of mine taught me to speak, who was in his youth an inland man; one that knew courtship too well, for there he fell in love. I have heard him read many lectures against it; and I thank God I am not a woman, to be touched with so many giddy offenses as he hath generally taxed their whole sex withal.
Don't think about what you've left behind. If what one finds is made of pure matter, it will never spoil. And one can always come back. If what you had found was only a moment of light, like the explosion of a star, you would find nothing on your return.
I am very much interested in the so-called useless object. I mean, it takes perfect craftsmanship, beautiful material carefully measured and crafted, but at the same time it’s really useless.
In my mind of course natural disaster like tsunami, and these things, also I think indirectly may relate to human behavior. But then major sort of problems actually they're due to a lack of moral principle.
Keep exploring. Keep dreaming. Keep asking why. Don’t settle for what you already know. Never stop believing in the power of your ideas, your imagination, your hard work to change the world.
I used to watch the world as if it was a performance and I would realize that certain things that people did moved me, and certain things didn't move me, and I tried to analyze, even at that age, six and seven and eight, why I was moved by certain things they did
The thorn tree just began to bud
And greening stained the sheltering hedge,
An many a violet beside the wood
Peeped blue between the withered sedge;
The sun gleamed warm the bank beside,
'Twas pleasant wandering out a while
Neath nestling bush to lonely hide,
Or bend a musings o'er a stile.
Dil hi dil mein unhe pyaar karte hai.
Chupkese aaj ye izhar karte hai.
Na mumkin hai jin raston se unka guzarn.
Oon rahoon pe bhi unka intezar kartehai.
Beauty is the only thing that time cannot harm. Philosophies fall away like sand, and creeds follow one another like the withered leaves of Autumn; but what is beautiful is a joy for all seasons and a possession for all eternity.
Suno Tum Laut Aao Na..
Chalo hum maan laite hain
Hamare beghair bhi reh laite hain
Hamare beghair bhi sans le laite hain
Chalo hum maan laite hain
Hum se bichar kar bhi
Mosamon ki rawani nahin badali
Pholon ki nazakat nahin badali
Zamin ki gardish nahin badali
Chalo hum maan laite hain
Wo ghaltiyan
Wo kotahiyan
Wo gille
Wo sabhi shikwe
Chalo hum maan laite hain
Abb to laot ao
Suno Abb to laot Aao.
Haq Milta Nahi Liya Jaata Hai,
Aazadi Milti Nahi Cheeni Jaati
Hai, Naman Unn Desh Premiyon
Ko, Jo Desh Ki Aazadi Ki
Jang Ke Liye Jaane Jaate Hain.
Happy Independence Day.