Yash Quotes

Love is a mystic path on which two distant souls meet and become one.

What I am saying, these decisions we make in youth are everything. You have no idea. Those feelings, they don’t revenir. Pas comme ça. And no one tells you.’ She points to the pages of Yash’s letter on the bed. ‘Do not put this love second. Marry him. Marry him and have your babies. It doesn’t matter what happens after that.’ I say I’m only twenty-three and she says, ‘Screw the calendar. What does a calendar know about love?

Do you know how much I love you sweetness?” she shook her head no, “I love you the whole world and then some.” “And for how long will you love me Yash?” “I promise to love you for forever and a day.

See, out there ! Stars are still shining on the horizon. So don't be afraid, just walk with them.

You're already breaking your promise. A promise isn't what you say. It's what you do.

Ignorance is a fine line that separates right and wrong.

In life, you love the one whom you can never have.

Acceptance is a complete process, it can never be partial.

Awakening is the greatest acceptance of nature.

Don't seek the end at inception, And don't grope for beginning in the end, End has mergence and, Inception has infinity.

Mercifulness, compassion and benefaction are the elements exist only in a brave.

Anger is a mischievous destroyer of you, for it contains the particles of revenge.

If you aim at nothing, you will hit it every time.”   -     Zig Ziglar

Only he and Yash planned on making an actual career out of comedy, which was not known for being the most stable of livelihoods.

Tribute to Yash Raj Chopra.

I get to help you too. You need to accept help too. Not just give it. You tell me I need to control everything, but by never letting yourself need anyone, you're controlling everything too.

Sometimes the reality of life is so clear and innocent that you want to slap yourself as hard as you can. Because how many tons of absurd and complex definitions you had been carrying all along about it.

How were you naive enough to think you and Yash had a chance?" Naina said. "Because truth has to..." "... count for something," Yash and India said together. India spun toward him. And there it was, the endless peace of her gaze. Breath whooshed out of him, weight lifted off his shoulders. "Because love has to count for something." He took a step closer, and her body sagged, mirroring all the relief he was feeling. "I breathe differently when she's around. I feel... I feel alive in ways I never have.

Even the enormity of what had happened in this gazebo with India had been no match for his focus, because twenty-four hours did not define you. An hour with her just redefined you.

Divorce is a consent to an insignificant togetherness of two persons who are bounded by a stamp of trivial marriage.

Isolation is the first step of revolution.

Words are not merely the ashes fall down after volcano erupts, in fact they are the entire volcano in themselves.

The person who says and claims that he knows you or any other person, or any worldly fact. He is just so unaware about the very concept of dynamic universe.

You can feel the anarchy and wilderness through words, and the peace and heavens as well.

Distance increases love but severe distances permanently vanish it.

Impossible Is Nothing

Everything is Easy ... If you believe it is !

I cry everyday but for a limited time

Ever thought of updating yourself instead of updating your mobile

rewind up your sole to be perfect

Rule your Rule's, like Nobody can....

Elegance Of Simplicity Is Real.

There are two most important and inevitable words in love are:- Perception and projection. And In love, you must cultivate the wisdom to know what to perceive and when to project.

What about the election?" "What about it? I did my part, now I just have to trust the universe to do the rest." He wiped her tears. "What if you lose?" she asked. He tucked her hair behind her ear. "I've already won. Because I have you.

It is tragic what people do just to be accepted. I once met an angel who cut off her wings and chose to walk whit all the petty humans. My heart laments for the world, because what a sight it would be to behold, watching her hazy silhouette gently flying into the crimson sunset skies.

He is Running and Shouting and teasing around ,people know that he is just a vamp on the ground. people no more fear him . But the one sitting silent with no sigh of talky move,people simply fear him because no one knows what destruction he can bring to one in the this bushy grass of violence.

I believe that to truly heal you have to treat the whole individual. Yoga is one part of that." "What's the other part?" "Understanding yourself as a human being." "You mean therapy." "I mean digging into your emotions. Understanding yourself, who you are, how you function. Taking yourself apart like a machine and finding the rusty parts and oiling them.

You think fighting for things is what makes you you, but that's only half of it. You can't make decisions that center only on your wants. You care about what everyone else wants. You care. That's what sets you apart. That's what makes you a public servant and not a politician. You want to change things for everyone. A person who puts his own gains ahead of others can never do that.

Birth Lonely entering in to the new world with a small seed of LOVE, Somewhere in the depth of the HEART. Survival Struggling with every step in all aspects and creating a lot of MEMORIES to achieve our amazing GOALS and to get recognized. Death At the demise, where we pass away from this SPLENDID world like a tree of LOVE in the entire HEART. It’s all about, designing a seed of love beautifully in to a tree of love before we pass away. LIFE

Fathers and sons, probably one of the most emotionally deep, human relationships. Probably one of the most intense human equations. Words alone cannot describe what a father and son feel for each other, simply because there are such few words in this relationship. So much is left unsaid between the two of them. Communication, or rather a lack of it, always broadens the gap between the two of them. There’s always a gap between a father and son, always a gap between a name and a surname. I’ve always asked myself and today I address this question to all of you sons out there: Why did you stop hugging your father after a certain age? Why did you stop expressing, and being affectionate to your father after a certain age? Why is there this inexplicable awkwardness between a father and son? Why are all your emotions, your innermost thoughts, your tears, always reserved for your mother, your sister and then your wife? Why? Because you then become a father, and then you bottle up, just like your father did, and this vicious circle continues. Who is going to break this vicious circle? I realized, and I’m sure this applies to all of you as well, that, like everybody else, I too had issues, minor issues with my father, like every other son. You could call it a generation gap, you could call it a difference of opinion, you could call it anything. But what I also realized was that I was subconsciously being the man my father is. I was talking like him, feeling like him, loving like him—I was just being him. I then realized that a father not only gives his son his name, he also gives him his personality. So somewhere, if you have a problem with your father, you actually have a problem with yourself. Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve had this realization and this opportunity to express myself, and I wish with all my heart, that one day you do too. My father is my conscience, my father is my strength, my father is my support, my father is my hero. I don’t say it often enough to you, Dad, but what better than this global platform to say, I love you. I love you very, very, very much. And I wish I could love you as much as you love me, but I don’t think I’m capable of such unconditional love. I love you. You are my world. And then Amit uncle, who was there, said: ‘Ladies and gentlemen, I think whatever needed to be said about Mr Yash Johar, his son Karan has very ably done.

From the day I entered in to this world and opened My eyes N to The day I passed away from this world and closed My eyes U cared of me ...... U taught me...... U shown d ryt path.... U cried for me.... U missed me... U loved me.... I never forget d moment ... I hold ur hand to start walking on d floor I never forget d moment .. U r afraid of me when I started walking for d first time U taught me how to eat U showed me how to read U taught me how to respect others U cared of me when I felt sick U prayed for god for my happiness U blessed me to achieve all my goals U cherished me when I won medals U fought with others when they spoke wrong abt me U buyed clothes for d spcl moment of mine U prepared fruit salads n made me to eat U roamed along with me U waited for me N U made me believe U r my first sight U r my first luv U r my first teacher U r my first guide U r my first goddesses U r my belief N u r the only one who gives every thing N expects nothing in all aspects of my life Forgive if i can't love u more than u love me Give me some time to make u realize I am loving u...... ♡♡♡♡ MOM ♡◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆●●●●●●●◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆♡

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You know the teachers who say 'you’ll end up working at McDonald’s?' Ryan never ended up working at McDonald’s because he didn’t do enough for school. He’s working at McDonald’s because school didn’t do enough for him.

I closed my eyes to see a world in which we could all love each other without having to worry about a river or a border. It would have bustling streets and people wearing colorful clothing. And I would be holding Manoj’s hand as we ran through the crowd, staring at his dimples, his brown eyes, and his beaming smile. And that moment, with my eyes fully closed, was something even Morrisonville could never take away: love.

America is at peace. The machine has solved all of our problems. It’s not a utopia, no. Utopias cannot exist in a legislative world; they are fantasies. But this, the machine, is by all means, real.

Physics can change your mind, your life and even your time.

Sitting by her, Yash felt stiff and clunky; a legal brief next to a haiku.

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Yash Malhotra is a good boy. Much better than some scoundrel with a fancy car and bad attitude.

You can all relax. I do not need to see a therapist. I most certainly do not need to see some woo-woo yoga self-help life-coach guru person who manufactures incense in the middle of Palo Alto and travels around the world lecturing people about how to breathe." The attention of the room shifted to him like a spotlight. Every brow rose. The silence was so intense he could hear himself breathing. Not in the correct way, no doubt, but who needed training on how to breathe? What kind of scam was that? "I only know those things about her because I've heard Ashna mention them so many times." Actually, he knew because he'd read about India in the Daily Post last month. It was his job to read the local papers. Ashna frowned at him. She had never mentioned India around him until now and her narrowed eyes told him exactly how well she knew this. But she kept her mouth shut. Which meant Yash was in more trouble than if she'd said something. "Then you'll agree that I know what I'm talking about. It won't hurt to meet her once," Ashna said. Was that a threat in her eyes?

He hadn't said a word, but his presence was a hum in the air. Exactly like the breathing of a sleeping dragon in a fairy tale.

As kids we loved to swing by the hanging roots. Yash liked to pretend he was Tarzan." "Tarzan grew up to wear a suit

With the kind of laugh that India had never expected to hear from him again, Yash reached for the bundle of skin folds. "And who do we have here?" Every bit of deliberate enunciation was gone from his voice. Instead his pitch jumped to that strange voice people reserved for babies. "Hey, there, beautiful baby!" And, damn it, the sun chose that moment to shoot a bright ray through a tree at his face. "This is Chutney," Ashna said in a matching high pitch, presenting Yash with the pug as though she were a particularly delicious ice-cream sundae. Chutney paused in her mouth-breathing to start lapping at Yash's face. India and China gasped. India reached out to take her away, but Yash was smiling into Chutney's face. Not his politician smile, not even his you've-amused-me, peasant smile. This smile yanked her back through the years, eyes disappearing into slits, too much teeth and gums. An explosion of unadulterated joy. Tremors rippled low in her belly, high in her heart.

Hey, Abdul. How's the baby?" Nisha asked. The burly giant, who could snap your neck with his bare hands and shoot you dead from five hundred feet, went as soft and fuzzy as the teddy bear Yash had brought Abdul's newborn daughter yesterday. After seeing him hold the tiny pink bundle, Yash could not for the life of him stop thinking of the man as cuddly. "She's amazing. Has quite the lungs, just like her ammi." Abdul winked.

Rico wasn't just a friend, wasn't just Yash's media wiz. He was dating Yash's sister. Technically Ashna was his cousin but Yash only ever thought of her as his sister. Rico was family. Ashna was happy. It had been years since Yash had seen her happy. Just this morning Yash had teased Rico about his intentions toward his sister. I intend to let Ash use my body for her shagging pleasure for the rest of my life, mate.

My best friend is a recent widow and I’ve been helping her with online dating. Don’t worry, Yash!” Geeta Auntie slapped Yash Uncle’s thigh. “I only have eyes for you.

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Replicas of Kamasutra sculptures from Khajuraho, an inside joke because Neel loved to tease Nisha about honeymooning at the erotically carved caves, much to her horror. Yash certainly did not want their parents to know.

Our bodies being as magical as they are, the tissue wraps up the bullet and protects the body from it. I once had a student who fainted during a session. Turns out he'd been shot ten years ago and the bullet they'd left in his elbow had mushroomed into a lead-leaking bomb." She poked a finger into Yash's elbow and made an explosion with her hand. "Boom! It was flooding lead into his blood like a pump." Yash's eyes shone. "Wow!" The smile he threw India lit a spark inside her. "What happened?" Tara grinned, relishing the gore as much as her captivated audience. "They dug the bullet out of him. It was five times its original size. Then they pumped him full of drugs to absorb the lead. No permanent damage. Simen ended up going to nursing school.

Time stilled. The constant need to spin stilled. Yash watched the scene before him, the power of what he was witnessing overtook his body. Every bit of helplessness that had been dragging at him stilled. He'd been obsessively practicing the pranayama India had taught him every morning and meditating through the surya namaskar. He'd become addicted to the escape of centering his mind and body as one. That's how this felt, this letting go, this being fully immersed in something out of his control. It felt good. Like someone had sliced the ropes tying him up with the sharpest blade. One flick, the cut clean and quick. He was unbound.

He felt like he was here to fight for everyone, but for himself most of all, because he needed to live in a world that was more equitable. A world that took care of the sick and protected the weak while it also gave free rein to those who innovated and made the world richer, more connected, more plentiful for everyone. Those things were not separate, not mutually exclusive, and they needed to be tied back together in the consciousness of our nation, and the world, not just California. But like in everything else, California was as good a place as any to start something.

Yash had carried a lantern when he'd brought her here the night before Nisha's wedding. A camping lantern with the kind of white light that mirrored the moonlight and picked out the glitter in their clothes. It had turned the sequins on her ghaghra into a million stars that merged seamlessly with the silver threaded through his kurta, the endless universe of possibility inside them reflected around them.

Yash and I aren't exactly going for easy. We want to do hard things. World-changing things. It's not something a yoga instructor would understand. If you don't leave him alone, your selfishness is going to ruin everything." "My selfishness is going to ruin everything for you. That's a really selfless sentiment." That stopped Naina. Suddenly the superiority in her gaze turned to something else. Fear? For the first time she looked like she saw India as more than just a yoga instructor.

Yash's happiness is in being governor of California. Then moving on to even bigger things. I'm the one who will get him there. You're the one who will get in his way." Every time India thought she could walk away without answering, the woman said something that made it impossible. "And you don't care how you get there? You don't care that you're holding him to ransom when all he was doing was helping you? You don't care that you've turned him into a crutch?" Naina paled at that. India had hit a nerve. But every aha moment fought you. That's what made the journey so hard.

My God, you two,' Sooz said. 'No wonder you never get any. You can only pay attention for ten seconds before you're thinking about writing sketches again. Weren't you heartbroken a moment ago?' "'There's probably a sketch in that,' Yash said.

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Inspiration is the best food for mind.

Love has a philosophy of its own, you have to sink profoundly to understand it. It is impossible to understand it superficially.

And in love, It's a whole divine journey to achieve yourself for your love.

I lose the grip of time when I search for its delusional existence.

Writing requires immortal thoughts hidden in your conscience which lead you to all philosophical, emotional, romantic statistics of the humans of this celestial world.

I believe that poems, sometimes, perhaps most of the time, ignite something into us. They can transform us overnight. Poems can go to our deepest roots of heart and soul where nothing can reach. And we feel a different being. That’s the power and enigma of a poem!

If you have a philosophical inclination inside you , you always feel that you observe the minute details of life, then be ready to live a challenging life.

One day, all children who will born on this planet ask,"When will we make windows, chimneys and clerestory in this, our home, which is severely suffocated for ventilation of the darkest thoughts, actions, and decisions of so called socialised people.

There are two most important and inevitable words in love are:- Perception and projection.

Sometimes one poem can reveal all the imageries of life, and many of times you write thousands of poems but can not explain anything of life.

Your ideology is the only thing that will be alive even after your death. You will be remembered for it. Your divine faith is your ideology. And don't change it for anybody, never ever do it forcefully. You can redesign it when you, yourself, find a flaw or a necessity to bring a change. Then do that happily.

About ten meters beneath us,” Yash says. “We'll be able to map its footprint, just like Stone says.

A man without ideology has a life without purpose.

A real relationship of a man and wife is a ground on the roots of virtue and honour.

He who has the obeisance for the battle shall have the courage to win ,solitary, the war.

My love lies in my victory and my victory lies in my love ;If you can't see my love, you won't see my victory.

Anguish is the most dangerous disease that makes you handicap for lifetime.

Give birth to compassion in your relations, all else, unbidden, will come along.

The most hideous scene of life and the world is, the lamentation of a hungry child.

And In love, you must cultivate the wisdom to know what to perceive and when to project.

There are only two valor essential to achieve the infinite knowledge, first is devotion and second is continuousness.

And how do we achieve immortality?" "Immortality ! Produce a thought, and spread it in the universe. Just keep doing it, produce and spread.

Inventiveness can set you off any trauma, suffering or a deep agony, so keep tailing her hand.

In realism's earth, I don't belong to you; though in surrealism I will stay as a part of you. But oh ! mysticism goes to a new conclusion of you and me as a single soul. And now its a battlefield among all.

The biggest delusion of human is when he declares he has learnt, and the realization of that very delusion is when he corrects and says that, " Yes, he is still learning"!

Dream well, because "Dreams" are always the path to make the best of what we have in this world called - The Life

These days, simplicity is considerably considered the dumbest thing.

I may pronounce the toughest thing in which you take part is:- A Philosopher's Love.

The glitter of life starts fading when you put logical equations in every aspect of it. There are some dimensions which are beyond logical equations so leave them as they are.

Humility is the true discourse of humanity.

Instead of writing epitaph on your grave ; more beautiful and memorable is to leave some hand written letters to your wife, sons and daughters and grandchildren.

Only the most wavy pools know how to beautifully paint the walls with light. Embrace the chaos.

I wished to write but there were no words only embers of a million thoughts diving into nothingness. I wished to write of an angel who grew wings of faith and light out of her heart but flew too close to the ground caged by the hands of the obvious. I had finally lost her the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen.