You are always new, the last of your kisses was ever the sweetest.
Without resolving Kashmir dispute, lasting peace cannot be maintained in the region.
Look at a stone cutter hammering away at his rock, perhaps a hundred times without as much as a crack showing in it. Yet at the hundred-and-first blow it will split in two, and I know it was not the last blow that did it, but all that had gone before.
There have been many moments over the last year when I thought it was all over.
Everything that happened last year stays in the past.
May you live to be 100 and may the last voice you hear be mine.
The crazy thing about the dab is like - dance moves, once you create them, they last forever.
Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.
I am striving to give back the Divine in myself to the Divine in the All.
An appeaser is one who feeds a crocodile, hoping it will eat him last.
Our first and last love is self-love.
There is a time in the last few days of summer when the ripeness of autumn fills the air.
Be the slaughterhouse for sacred cows.
What is it the I'll want from you? Not love: that would be too much to ask. Not forgiveness, which isn't yours to bestow. Only a listener, perhaps; only someone who will see me. Don't prettify me though, whatever else you do: I have no wish to be a decorated skull. But I leave myself in your hands. What choice do I have? By the time you read this last page, that- if anywhere- is the only place I will be.
I mean, I really do think that love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops. But I also have to say, for the umpty-umpth time, that life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all.
Full many a flower is born to blush unseen and waste its sweetness on the desert air.
We are Indians, firstly and lastly.
Your poor heart, in which God put appreciation for everlastingness, will not take electronic gadgets in lieu of eternal life. Something inside of you is too big for that, too terrible, too wonderful. God has set everlastingness in your heart. All the things of this world are here for but a moment and then are gone. None can satisfy the longing for that eternal ragging in the soul of every man.
an English girl might well believethat time is how you spend your love.
The truth hurts, sometimes, I suppose. But that doesnt be known.
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