There is something frightful in being required to enjoy and appreciate all masterpieces; to read with equal relish Milton, and Dante, and Calderon, and Goethe, and Homer, and Scott, and Voltaire, and Wordsworth, and Cervantes, and Molière, and Swift.
Bewafa Sanam Ka Paygam Aaya
Hume Bhool Jane Ka Sandesha Laya
Dil Ke Ujale Mein Kuch Andhera Sa Chaya
Baat Nikli Jab Pyaar Ki To Baat Baat Par Rona Aaya.
The natural alone is permanent. Fantastic idols may be worshipped for a while; but at length they are overturned by the continual and silent progress of Truth, as the grim statues of Copan have been pushed from their pedestals by the growth of forest-trees, whose seeds were sown by the wind in the ruined walls.
God gives us love! Something to love He lends us; but when love is grown To ripeness, that on which it throve Falls off, and love is left alone: This is the curse of time.
Zindagi Ne Kai Sawalat
Badal Daale, Waqt Ne Humare
Halat Badal Daale, Hum
To Aaj Bhi Wahi Hain Jo
Kal The, Bas Humare Liye Logo
Ne Apne Jajbat Badal Dale..!!
Even though,
she hates me in every movement of life ,
but i love her with very seconds,
not because she has broken my heart,
but she as thought me to live with broken heart.
It’s a miserable story!” said Bruno. “It begins miserably, and it ends miserablier. I think I shall cry. Sylvie, please lend me your handkerchief.” “I haven’t got it with me,” Sylvie whispered. “Then I won’t cry,” said Bruno manfully.