True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
Occasionally in life there are those moments of
unutterable fulfillment which cannot be completely
explained by those symbols called words. Their
meanings can only be articulated by the inaudible
language of the heart
All love at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until ‘tis fine;
But when ‘tis settled on the lee,
And from th’ impurer matter free,
Become the richer still the older,
And proves the pleasanter the colder.
jnbi c raho ka...ajnbi musafir ak mujh se pooch betha hy rasta bta do gy? ajnbi c raho k ajnbi musafir....sun,,, wasta koi b ho nata koi b ho.... mnzlen nahe milti,mnzlen jo mil jaen justuju ne rehti or.... zindgi ko jeney ki arzoo ne rehti
