Commerce has set the mark of selfishness, the signet of its all-enslaving power, upon a shining ore, and called it gold: before whose image bow the vulgar great, the vainly rich, the miserable proud, the mob of peasants, nobles, priests, and kings, and with blind feelings reverence the power that grinds them to the dust of misery.
Friendship Is A Railway Station,
And Love Is A Train,
It Will Come And Go Any
Time But Our Friendship
Such A True Friendship
So Our Friendship Never
Go Anywhere Understand..??
Dhaaga rishton ka itna kaccha nahin hota,
Dil todna kisi ka itna achha nahin hota,
Dil ki awaaz hota hain pyar,
Kon kehta h ek tarfa pyar saccha nahi hota.
Pehle Kabhi Ye Yaden Ye Tanhai Na Thi
Kabhi Dil Pe Madhoshi Chayee Na Thi
Jane Kia Asar Ker Gaye Apki Batain
Warna Is Tarah Kabhi Yad Kisi Ki Aye Na Thi
The difference lies in the intention behind wanting money. Your reasons for why you want to create more money is typically why you're ambitious to get it. You're either genuinely ambitious or selfishly hungry.
When people truly open their minds, and contemplate the way in which the universe is ordered and governed, they are amazed-overwhelmed by a sense of the miraculous. When people contemplate with open minds the germination of a single seed, they are equally overwhelmed-yet numerous babies are born every day, and no-one marvels. If only people opened their minds, they would see that the birth of a baby, in which a new life is created, is a greater miracle than restoring life.
Dil Ki Gehraiyon Me Rakhte
Hain Aapko, Hardam Palko
Pe Bithaaye Rakhte Hain
Aapko, Dil Dharke To Suno
Gaur Se, Har Dharkan Ke
Saath Yaad Karte Hain Aapko!
Apne khwabo ki tabir ki khatir
Meri chhota sa sansar kyon ujar dala
Yad kar wo din ek isara par maine
Bhari mahfil main tujhe apni dulhan bana dala
Par thodi si gurbat ko dekh kar tum ne
Mujhe beijjat aur badnam kar dala
Maine hamesha tujhe pyar kiya hai
Par tune khun ke aansu rula dala
Tumhe rutha hua mahboob samjha tha main
Par tune mujh se bewafai kar dala.
Wen i was a baby i was afraid to lose my mom,
Wen i was a kid i was afraid to lose my toy,
nw im older my fear grew bigger n im afraid
to lose som1 like u Baby Al..
My child, what I want is muscles of iron and nerves of steel, inside which dwells a mind of the same material as that of which the thunderbolt is made.
Bhot udaas h koi tere chup ho jane se...
Ho sake to baat kar kisi bahane se...
Tu lakh khafa sAhi magr itna to dekh...
Koi tut gya h tere khamosh ho jane se