The enjoyment that all morality has given us to now and that it continues to give us--and so, what has kept it going up to now--lies in everyone's right, without lengthy investigation, to praise and blame. And who could endure life without praising and blaming!
A mighty porterhouse steak an inch and a half thick, hot and sputtering from the griddle; dusted with fragrant pepper; enriched with little melting bits of butter of the most impeachable freshness and genuineness; the precious juices of the meat trickling out and joining the gravy, archipelagoed with mushrooms; a township or two of tender, yellowish fat gracing an out-lying district of this ample county of beefsteak; the long white bone which divides the sirloin from the tenderloin still in its place.
Ishq ke bajaar mein dard ki boli laga karti hai,
Dil ke jajbaat hansi thitholi laga karti hai,
Lakh saabit karlo apni mohabbat,
Toote dil se behta khoon yahan Rangoli laga karti hai.....
Now the Sirens have a still more fatal weapon than their song, namely their silence... someone might possibly have escaped from their singing; but from their silence, certainly never.
:santa: छोटी सी Life है, हँस के जियो। :relieved: भुला के गम सारे, दिल से जियो। :two_hearts:अपने लिए न सही,अपनों के लिए जियो। . . . वर्ना #जियो का कौन सा बिल भरना है :stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye::stuck_out_tongue_winking_eye:
Poonam Ki Raat Men Chaand
Badal Jata Hai, Waqt Ke Sath
Insaan Badal Jata Hai, Sochten
Hain Ki Aapko Itna Miss Na
Karun, Lekin Sochte Sochte
Sochte Plan Badal Jata Hai.
You know, when you don't go on TV and talk about how many women you sleep with, some people in Hollywood, that are supposedly 'in the know,' start whispering that you're gay. If I were gay, I wouldn't be ashamed to admit it, but I'm not.