Ashwani Kumar Steals the Show: Rookie Sensations Dream IPL Debut with Mumbai Indians Leaves Fans and Experts Alike in Awe

The life where nothing was ever unexpected. Or inconvenient. Or unusual. The life without colour, pain or past. - By Lois Lowry, The Giver

That kind of love should've been able to beat sickness. That kind of love should've conquered anything. - By Jennifer L. Armentrout, Onyx

Respect other people's feelings. It might mean nothing to you, but it could mean everything to them. - By Roy T. Bennett

You’ve changed me forever. And I’ll never forget you. - By Kiera Cass, The Elite

He'd only been gone two seconds, but the room got brighter when they were together, as if they were two elements that became brilliant in proximity. At Sam's clumsy efforts to carry the vacuum, Grace smiled a new smile that I thought only he ever got, and he shot her a withering look full of the sort of subtext you could only get from a lot of conversations whispered after dark.It made me think of Isabel, back at her house. We didn't have what Sam and Grace had. We weren't even close to having it. I didn't think what we had could get to this, even if you gave it a thousand years. - By Maggie Stiefvater, Linger

The acceptance of oneself is the essence of the whole moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook on life. That I feed the hungry, that I forgive an insult, that I love my enemy in the name of Christ -- all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren, that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least among them all, the poorest of all the beggars, the most impudent of all the offenders, the very enemy himself -- that these are within me, and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness -- that I myself am the enemy who must be loved -- what then? As a rule, the Christian's attitude is then reversed; there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering; we say to the brother within us "Raca," and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide it from the world; we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves. - By C.G. Jung, Memories, Dreams, Reflections