Kabhi Laga Wo Hume Sata Rahe He,
Kabhi Laga ke Wo karib Aa Rahe He,
Kuch Log Hote He Ansuo ki Tarh He,
Pata Hi Nahi Lagta sath De Rahe
He ya Chod ke ja Rahe Hai..iii
Jab Raat Ki Tanhaai Dil Ban K Dhadkti Hai,
Yaado K Jharokn Main Chilman Si Srakti Hai,
Labon Main Chingari Jaisey Koi Rakh Jaaye,
Yu Yaad Teri Raat Bhar Seeney Main Sulgti
Hai,
Yu Pyar Nhi Chupta, Palkon K Jhukaaney Sey,
Aankhon K Lifafon Main Tehrir Chamkti Hai,
Khush Rang Parindo K Lot Aaney Ke Din Aae,
Bichrey Huey Miltey Hain, Jab Barf Pighalti
Hai,
Shohhrat Ki Bulandi Bhi, Pal Bhar Ka
Tamaasha Hai,
Jish Dal Peh Baithey Ho, Vo Toot Bhi Sakti
Hai.
Perfect wisdom has four parts: Wisdom, the principle of doing things aright. Justice, the principle of doing things equally in public and private. Fortitude, the principle of not fleeing danger, but meeting it. Temperance, the principle of subduing desires and living moderately.
What is a fine person or a beauteous face,
Unless deportment give them decent grace;
Blessed with all other requisites to please,
To want the striking elegance of ease;
Awkward, embarrassed, stiff, without the skill
Of moving gracefully, or standing still.
Just what is the civil law? What neither influence can affect, nor power break, nor money corrupt: were it to be suppressed or even merely ignored or inadequately observed, no one would feel safe about anything, whether his own possessions, the inheritance he expects from his father, or the bequests he makes to his children.
You can have brilliant ideas, but if you can't get them across, your ideas won't get you anywhere. Lee Iacocca
Love is the irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
The importance is getting to something truthful and in that moment can only be in that moment. I don't like to use the word "improvise," but it's a continual writing of the film.
Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them. Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed. I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room. The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet hug it in love. My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.
It is man's pretence that because he has choice he is free. Freedom is pure observation without direction, without fear of punishment and reward. Freedom is without motive; freedom is not at the end of the evolution of man but lies in the first step of his existence.
Khushi Mile To Muskura Nahi Sake,
Aur Gum Mile To Aanshu Baha Na Sake,
Is Jindagi Ki Yehi Raj Hai,
Jise Chaha Use Paa Na Sake Aur
Itna Chaha Ki Bhula Na Sake!