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.
True sadness is when you love someone,
and you know that they love you back,
and then one of you leaves and the other feels as
if they will never be whole again.
Yuhi ter pyaar mein behekne ko ji chahata hai,
tere saath saath chalkar zindagi bitane ko ji chahata hai,
tum ho door par tumhari yaadein dil mein hai,
isi tarha roz un yaadon mein machalne ko ji chahata hai
