Khawab na tute, dil na tute
Aap na hamse ruthe
Baat na tute, saath na chute
Hamare beech ka ye fasla to tute
If You Ask Me How Many Times
My Heart Has Been Broken,
Then I Ask You To Look Up
At The Sky One Night,
And Count The Stars.
Dosti main dooriyan to aati rehti hain
Phir bhi dosti dilo ko mila deti hai
Wo dosti hi kiya jo naraz na ho
Per sachi dosti dosto ko mana leti hai
Forgive Sounds Good
Forget Im Not Sure I Could
They Say Time Heals Everything
But Im Still Waiting
I feel sorry for the person who can’t get genuinely excited about his work. Not only will he never be satisfied, but he will never achieve anything worthwhile.
Sorry May Have Become
“Just Another Word”,
But With
T E A R S
It Means The World.
I cannot pretend to be impartial about the colors. I rejoice with the brilliant ones, and am genuinely sorry for the poor browns.
More men are sorry for speaking, than keeping silence
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