red is for fire red is for love too it lies in our hand what we wanna choose...

beauty pertains with everyone. It's just the perception that defines the differences.

your beauty always overpower everything that is anything less...

nature can offer you the biggest gifts only if you are ready to accept.

who says love is better than hate. i feel both gives equivalent pain.

pain is pondering about past and wishing to relive those moments even after knowing it's impossible.

the more a person smiles... the more is the pain he resides...

and when i look at prime minister mrnarendra modi .i realize nothing in this world isunachievable.if you have the will you will yourselfmake the way.

Photography is not about costly cameras'. It's about your huge passion and little interest in innovation.

I would love to become a poor writer as per my choice then a billionaire businessman as per them...

Dear smokers, when you burn one stick you not only burnrelationships but also burn your one and only life.

So you're gone and i'm hauntedAnd i bet you are just fineDid i make it that easy to walkRight in and out of my life

All roads lead to Rome but our antagonists think we should choose different paths.

The British needlewoman follows blindly where the merchant leads.

We all experience power struggles in our lives - at the workplace, with our friends, in our love lives. In a way, we're all politicians.

I don't like girls in the daytime,' he said shortly, and then thinking this a bit abrupt, he added: 'But I like you.' He cleared his throat. 'I like you first and second and third.

The text says Deuteronomy was lost, but you say it was written then.

The discoveries which we make abroad are special and particular; those which we make at home are general and significant. The further off, the nearer the surface. The nearer home, the deeper.

Lowell is my home. It is where I drew my first breath. It is where I will always derive a sense of place and a sense of belonging

I'd forgotten how that sort of craving felt, how it rose suddenly and loudly from the pit of my stomach like a flock of startle birds, then floated back down in the slow, beguiling way of feathers.