Walk, first, through the fire, then philosophize.
Remembering bred its own peculiar sorrow. It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain.
He who spits paan at the ceiling only blinds himself.
Loss is essential. Loss is part and parcel of that necessary calamity called life.
Lately you are brooding too much about rights. Give up this dangerous habit.
You have to maintain a fine balance between hope and despair.