If you cannot work with love but only with distaste, it is better that you should leave your work.

Life is not only merriment,It is desire and determination.

The mother is everything - she is our consolation in sorrow, our hope in misery, and our strength in weakness. She is the source of love, mercy, sympathy, and forgiveness. He who loses his mother loses a pure soul who blesses and guards him constantly

Your saying 'I do not understand you' is praise beyond my worth, and an insult you do not deserve.

Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names. It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.

He who is more mindful of one, loses the love and the faith of both.

What difference is there between us, save a restless dream that follows my soul but fears to come near you?