Words worth keeping

وجود زن سے ہے تصویر کائنات میں رنگ۔

گلوں میں رنگ بھرے باد نوبہار چلے، چلے بھی آؤ کہ گلشن کا کاروبار چلے۔

No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.

Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add colour to my sunset sky.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

Lovers, lunatics, and poets are made of the same stuff.

Fling the sweet triumph of song into the arms of the millions and make it their own.

Stop fighting me!" he said, trying to pull on the arm he held.He was in a precarious position himself, straddling the rail as he tried to lean over far enough to get me and actually hold onto me.“Let go of me!� I yelled back.But he was too strong and managed to haul most of me over the rail, enough so that I wasn’t in total danger of falling again.See, here’s the thing. In that moment before I let go, I really had been contemplating my death. I’d come to terms with it and accepted it. I also, however, had known Dimitri might do something exactly like this. He was just that fast and that good. That was why I was holding my stake in the hand that was dangling free.I looked him in the eye. "I will always love you."Then I plunged the stake into his chest.It wasn’t as precise a blow as I would have liked, not with the skilled way he was dodging. I struggled to get the stake in deep enough to his heart, unsure if I could do it from this angle. Then, his struggles stopped. His eyes stared at me, stunned, and his lips parted, almost into a smile, albeit a grisly and pained one."That’s what I was supposed to say. . .� he gasped out.Those were his last words.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it's a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.

Music is ... A higher revelation than all Wisdom & Philosophy

Life doesn't imitate art, it imitates bad television.

I address you all tonight for who you truly are: wizards, mermaids, travelers, adventurers, and magicians. You are the true dreamers.

The only truth is music.

A well-composed book is a magic carpet on which we are wafted to a world that we cannot enter in any other way.