Quotes Tagged "life-quotes"

To talk to a person with a disability. You have to connect two hearts. Yours and theirs! Fortunately Emotional Language here is better understood than Practical Knowledge.

In this Materialistic World, I have still managed to keep True to Myself, where my Action and Words do not contradict each other.

My Situation is Bad, I am Not! My Attitude speaks volumes of how I am. Before you degrade me, look me in the eye, to see who has lowered their standards!

Love is often described as a fruit you can just reach out with your hand and pluck. However, one should beware, that although glowing in color, the fruit is often tainted or rotten. RJ Intindola-- 1986

Love at first sight is a polite phrase used when one wants to fuck a stranger

Incredible are those whom I seek, Coming and going touches them not, makes them not weak, Rare it appears, as they simply float, where others seem desperate to fly, Unintelligible is their contentment, they exist far away from any cry, How much I wish to be a part of that ecstasy and imbibe their treasure, To others happiness is a necessity, for them even pain brings pleasure. O men of faith don’t ask me their religion, for I know it not, Love is their only expression, Love is what they always taught.

I want to be the light in someone's darkness, I want someone to smile watching mine, I want to be an aura to outshine hatred! I want me to be- 'Love'.

For humanity sake, ask someone to shed a tear and to sing their unsung song.. afterall who doesnt like a smiling face!

Love her with all your heart. Don't visit her village just to destroy it after. You're not a barbarian, are you? But go there and make it a city.

Love is eternally present as a frequency of life. How and why we focus or forget this energy is our choice. You are presence, you are life. You are love. This is a text excerpt from my upcoming third book. It shares ideas and insight about love, consciousness and how we interrelate with both. I have also shared many of my poems. The book offers the reader an opportunity to observe him or herself and his or her relationship with love and consciously living.

Love is eternally present as a frequency of life. How and why we focus or forget this energy is our choice. You are presence, you are life. You are love. (This is a text excerpt from my upcoming third book. It shares ideas and insight about love, consciousness and how we interrelate with both. I have also shared many of my poems. The book offers the reader an opportunity to observe him or herself and his or her relationship with love and consciously living.)

Hate cannot keep you from falling, love cannot keep you from rising.

Ek waqt tha jab jagaaya krte the raato me tum apne sath..!! Ek waqt hai jab jagaa rhe ho sirf apni yaado ke sath...!! Deepak si jalti thi tumhre sath...!! Ab bujh si gai hu tumhre jane ke sath...!! Muskura lete hai kabhi kabhi zamane ke sath..!! Kon samjhaye zamane ko ab tum nahi ho humare sath....!!

Kuch to koosur logo ka bhi hota hai.. Har bar koosur kismat ka nahi hota...

Dur se samandar ki gahrai naapne walo Kabhi pani me utar kar to dekhoo.. Mohobat par gyan dene walo Kabhi mohobat kar ke to dekhoo.. Asan nahi hai ese rah par chalna jo apki manzil nahi.. Kabhi bina manzil-e-chahat ke chal kar to dekhoo....

Meri har khawahis puri karne ki kasam khai thi tumne.... Tumhare pyar me barbad hona bhi ek khawahis thi meriii... Lo wo bhi puri kar di tumne...

Kash tujhe pane ki bhi koi kimat hoti... Sabse mehangi boli humari hotii...

Aj fir kisi ne pucha karo ek sabad me baya apne mohobat koo.... Zuban par sirf tera naam aya....

Kar liya hai khud ko tere mohobat me barbad... Akhir ye mohobat karna bhi to tumne sikhaii haii... Ye barbadi kimat hai tere is sikh kiii...

Don't You Know? Don't you know? that a fey wind whispers here, through the hushed and empty chambers of this stumbled tumbled heart. Where the sun once blushed and hope crept in on shaken legs that never seemed to run. Where shades of love sank down into the razor shards of broken promises that lie amongst the dry white bones of lies that themselves lie, still and waiting. Blind and mute I stand here amongst these battered shattered ruins of what once was and may never be again. How could you know? that I could never see that you would forever be the one who would find me here, bent and lost and broken. How will you ever know? that a man lies waiting beneath this forgotten skin of where a boy once was. Just softly press your lips to mine and breathe your scent through me and I shall lay down and close my eyes and dream my last of you.