True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself.
It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen
with white hairs and is always young in the heart....
"To be in love is merely to be In a state of perpetual anesthesia: To mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god Or an ordinary young woman for a goddess."
khud ko mujh se juda kia us ne, jo na krna tha wo kia us ne, yad krne se b na yad aon, esa muj ko bhula dia us ne, tum to bas waqt ki zarurat ho, muj ko akhir bata dia us ne, apne hathon se khud he likh mujhe, jane kyun phir mitadya us ne.
today a few drops of blood fell down of my heart and when i asked
why the response was "There was someone very cruel in yours heat
that forced us to come out
