We are the children of a womb.Yet we differentiate each other, On color, creed and the sizes of our tombs!!

Your beauty is tragic.It is the sweetest sin, Heaven ever created!

You sit right next to me.Still you don't seem close to me.

Life is uncertain.Today you get a rose.Tomorrow you feel the thorns.But the end result is red, always!!

Here comes the rain again.Falling on my arms like a tragedy.Reminding me of pain, as these drops wash away the tears falling down my cheeks.

All of a sudden, You seemed to beStranger than a fiction, to me.

Les rêves sont seuls les réalités de la vie.

Everyone is vulnerable in some places! To don't be such person, make sure that you don't have weak places!

I think Christmas is about celebration and come on, on the inside everyone wants to dance.

The Bible tells us that whenever we come before God, whatever our purpose or prayer request, we are always to come with a thankful heart.

The responsible person seeks to make his whole life a response to the question and call of God.

For many, many years I wouldn't sing 'My Way.' It seemed pretentious for me to sing [my father's] song 'My Way.' Now it must be in the show to help us tell the story.

Bless the children, for the national debt is theirs.

I dream of a Digital India where high-speed Digital Highways unite the Nation.

Imperfections would not be half so much taken notice of, if vanity did not make proclamation of them.

Regret isn't going to get me anywhere. It's like being obsessed with something. It doesn't bring you anywhere.