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Whole life is a search for beauty. But, when the beauty is found inside, the search ends and a beautiful journey begins.

Mistakes are not bad; excuses are.

When you treat your failures as lessons, you can never fail.

Believe in your greatness. Because what you believe is what you become.

Don't care about success or failure. Keep doing what you love. Success will follow.

Everything in this world happens with a purpose. You are born in this world with a purpose, you are chosen by purpose.

You have not failed until you accept your failure.

Failure is the greatest teacher.

When you have power and use it for destructive purpose: you don't deserve it.

When it's possible for you to dream, it's not impossible to achieve.

Thank people who help you because they make you happy. Thank people who don't help you because they make you strong.

When you stop complaining about others for not helping you and focus on your efforts; there’s no stopping you.

Every act of goodness is born from our desire to be happy.

It’s beyond your consciousness that your soul lingers with the person you love and hence your mood will affect the one you love. This is the reason why you sometimes sense your mood changing mysteriously with no reason.

Ruhi blushed. She had a peculiar way of being embarrassed. She would restrain a smile and look at my wrist, or my ring, or my sleeves, or my shirt collar - just about any place that would keep her gaze away from my eyes.

Some silences are more meaningful than thousands of long sentences.

You know how it is when you arrive in a new place and feel like you don't belong there? That hesitation to recon with a new geography. That knowledge that this place is not mine, these ways of talking are not mine, these silences are not mine, this etiquette is not mine.So many new things to absorb. And the place also takes a little time to accept the new person. Often you have to meet the place on its own terms. Sometimes you have to work hard to earn your little corner in it. Till that place become yours, till you find your own equilibrium, there will be a gap between you and the place.

All those other gestures of sympathy seemed a little melodramatic to me. My loss was mine and only mine. For the others, it was just a matter of words.