Hey you pretty ... get lost from here

Do you know in the end, memories leave holding whose hand? ... the hand of death

How can I tell you who you are to me ... how can I tell you that for me you are religion, for me you are the conscience ... you are my prayer, you are my desire ... you are my wish, you are the picture at which I keep looking every moment, you are my destiny ... you are my star, you are my sight ... you are in my battles, as if you are shielding me ... you are in the east, you are in the west, you are in the north, you are in the south, you are in my entire life, you are in every moment, you are in every instant ... for me you are also the road, for me you are also the destination, for me you are also the ocean, for me you are also the shore ... I only see you, I only think about you, I only know you, I only believe in you, you are my identity ... how can I tell you, you are a goddess for me, you are god for me ... how can I tell you who are you to me

I was an orphan, but after I die my dead body will not be an orphan

Trailer is usually good ... the film comes out to be bad

I respect myself the most, in the world ... I do ritual's for me everyday

You should live every moment of life as if it's the last moment ... only then you realize the real fun of life

I have so much warmth in my hands ... that I can convert anyones body into Taj Mahal ... and in the same hands I have so much gunpowder ... that they can break the strongest of the forts

People who performs on the street and people who watch that ... both have bad fate

A shroud doesn't have a pocket, a grave doesn't have a safe and the messengers of death don't take bribe

Crazy people create history ... and the smart people just read it

The relationships these days are like this ice cube ... they lose their existence the moment they fall in the water

In any story or novel ... you definitely see the experience of your life and the reflection of your experience

The world is very small ... there is no place here, where you can hide from me

Alright cry ... because from today no one in this house will cry

We're very selfish ... we forget the bad habits of the ones whom we like ... and we forget the good habits of the ones whom we hate

A body has boundaries, it falls sick, it gets tired, it feels hungry, it sleeps ... it's born, it spends some time here ... and then dies ... but love has no relationship and no connection with all this ... love doesn't have any age, nor does it die ... passion is immortal

Bloody, your eyes talk a lot ... they are abusing me

Our past doesn't have a body ... but still the feeling of its presence disturbs our present

Money, money ... money wakes up the one sleeping, money brings a smile to the one crying, money creates the law, money makes faith to dance, money spreads gunpowder, money burns the cities