" I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. "

— Pablo Neruda

" A flower blossoms for its own joy. "

— Oscar Wilde

" A brother is a first friend and a second father. "

— Unknown

" The smile of a daughter is the secret purpose of every father. "

— Unknown

" चोट आपको गिरा सकती है, लेकिन आपकी आत्मा को नहीं। "

— अज्ञात

" To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful. "

— Bess Myerson