Tragedy is actually untimely comedy

Some people are meant to frame your destiny but not reach the destined destination with you.

The belief that ignites hope in the heart of a person to survive is the same belief that boosts the ego of the person and deters his progress by clouding his judgments.

Reinvent Yourself.Redesign Yourself.Reform Yourself.Restore Yourself.and if something is left of you till thenAppreciate Yourself.

If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it.

You shall find true happiness once you have learnt to accept your loneliness.

A boy who could make his mother feel special inspite of his own ordeals is the boon from God in lieu of some good deed.

The only regret I have is that I couldn't teach you a lesson in humanity and humility. A mother should not depend on his son and that's the one mistake I committed.

The more silent you are at bed during times of crisis, the more are the chances of an amicable, dignified and a not so counterproductive interchange of romantic exuberance.

Sometimes all you need is someone who is willing to listen to you without advising or judging you.

We shall find true happiness once you have learnt to accept your loneliness.

We are always telling stories to ourselves, about ourselves...But we can control those stories...I believe that! Events in our life have meaning because we choose to give it to them

In my life I doubt if I will ever forget the sensation of your lips against mine

The lake and the mountains have become my landscape, my real world.

People have been talking about competition among insurers, and what they really need to be talking about is competition in the delivery of health care as well.

All field sports people are doing is turning an inevitable necessity into a pleasure. If the animal is going to be killed anyway, why not take pleasure in it?

I play every game to win, it is not in my nature to throw a game.

Saturday night in Toledo Ohio, Is like being nowhere at all, All through the day how the hours rush by, You sit in the park and you watch the grass die.

The heart ran o'er With silent worship of the great of old!-- The dead, but sceptred sovereigns, who still rule Our spirits from their urns.

There is no sight so ugly as the human face in anger.

One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.