I feel like I am always the one tearing everything up and forever sewing it back together.
Saadat Hasan MantoRead
But love, whether in Multan or on Siberia's icy tundra, whether in the winter or the summer, whether among the rich or the poor, whether among the beautiful or the ugly, whether among the crude or refined, love is always just love. There's no difference.
Interpretation
Love is a universal constant, unaffected by circumstances or differences.
In this quote, Saadat Hasan Manto emphasizes that love transcends all barriers—geographical, seasonal, social, or aesthetic. No matter the context or the individuals involved, love remains unchanged and is fundamentally the same, highlighting its intrinsic value and universality.
In practice
Using this quote in a wedding speech to highlight the enduring nature of love.
I feel like I am always the one tearing everything up and forever sewing it back together.
Hindustan had become free. Pakistan had become independent soon after its inception but man was still slave in both these countries -- slave of prejudice … slave of religious fanaticism … slave of barbarity and inhumanity.
If you cannot bear these stories then the society is unbearable. Who am I to remove the clothes of this society, which itself is naked. I don't even try to cover it, because it is not my job, that's the job of dressmakers.
If you find my stories dirty, the society you are living in is dirty. With my stories, I only expose the truth
The life so brief, the art so long in the learning, the attempt so hard, the conquest so sharp, the fearful joy that ever slips away so quickly - by all this I mean love, which so sorely astounds my feeling with its wondrous operation, that when I think upon it I scarce know whether I wake or sleep.
A very small degree of hope is sufficient to cause the birth of love.
Hungry not only for bread - but hungry for love. Naked not only for clothing - but naked of human dignity and respect. Homeless not only for want of a home of bricks - but homeless because of rejection.
What's to come is still unsure: In delay there lies no plenty; Then come kiss me, sweet and twenty, Youth's a stuff will not endure.
I hate the day, because it lendeth light_x000D_ _x000D_ To see all things, but not my love to see.
There was a dull pang of regret because it was not the kiss of love which had inflamed her, because it was not love which had held this cup of life to her lips.
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