Canada is the linchpin of the English-speaking world. Canada, with those relations of friendly, affectionate intimacy with the United States on the one hand and with her unswerving fidelity to the British Commonwealth and the Motherland on the other, is the link which joins together these great branches of the human family, a link which, spanning the oceans, brings the continents into their true relation and will prevent in future generations any growth of division between the proud and the happy nations of Europe and the great countries which have come into existence in the New World.
To grow, to become spiritually alive, and vibrant, you really have to struggle. Without struggle, you do not move at all...I would appreciate it if readers who come to my work would try very, very, very hard not to think narrowly as we are taught to think in America.
That for which Paul lived and died so gloriously; that for which Jesus gave himself to be crucified; the end that animated the thousand martyrs and heroes who have followed his steps, was to redeem us from a formal religion, and teach us to seek our well-being in the formation of the soul.
आधार कार्ड का ऑफिस बंद था ,
कार्ड बनवाने के लिए लम्बी लाइन लगी हुई थी ,
एक आदमी बार बार लाइन में आगे जाने की कोशिश कर रहा था ,
लोग बार उसे पीछे पकड़ कर खीच देते थे ,
उसने 4-5 बार कोशिश की ,
फिर हारकर बोला –
लगे रहो लाइन में सालो ,
आज ऑफिस ही नहीं खोलूँगा
What is success? I think it is a mixture of having a flair for the thing that you are doing; knowing that it is not enough, that you have got to have hard work and a certain sense of purpose.
If time and space, as sages say, Are things which cannot be, The sun which does not feel decay No greater is than we. So why, Love, should we ever pray To live a century? The butterfly that lives a day Has lived eternity.
fitana phir aj uthane ko hai sar lagata hai
khoon hi khoon mujhe rang-e-sahar lagata hai
man lun kaise ki main aib sarapa hun faqat
mere ahabab ka ye husn-e-nazar lagata hai
kal jise phunka tha ye kah ki ki dushman ka hai ghar
sochata hun to wo aj apana hi ghar lagata hai
ehatiyatan koi dar phod lain divar mein ab
shor badhata hua kuch janib-e-dar lagata hai
ek daravaza hai har samt mein khulane ki liye
hon na ho ye to mujhe shekh ka ghar lagata hai
O Love! they die in yon rich sky, They faint on hill or field or river: Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow forever and forever. Blow, bugle, blow! set the wild echoes flying! And answer, echoes, answer! dying, dying, dying.