“Until I die again, perhaps. Until the next replay. Then it all vanishes. Jeff shook his head, his arm tightly around her shoulders. Only the products of your work will disappear. The struggle, the devotion you put into your endeavors … That s where the value truly lies, and will remain: within you.”
“She is inimitably cute and charming. She studies sitting on the carpet lying on the floor in her room. While studying on table and chair, she falls asleep!”
“All knowledge initiates with inquiry. A living philosophy and a profound appreciation for our mortal lives arise from awe. We must each discover what fosters the flowering of our humanity and single-mindedly dedicate ourselves to achieving our purpose.”
“Life is so much more than our pity version of reality where we worry about financial wealth, social status, power, and interacting with machines that provide pleasures such as cars, boats, smart phones, and television. Life is limited and ultimate reality – the realm of potential knowledge – is unlimited.”
“Teachers of philosophy tie their dewy-eyed students in knots attempting to answer the elusive riddle, ‘What is the meaning of life?’ It is a classic example of the trick question since there is no pat answer to this timeless paradox that we colloquially refer to as life. No man, woman, or child is identical. Similar to other animals, we each are the product of our entire womb of bodily cravings and comprised of the communal filament of the human mind’s eccentric gyrations. In order to take stock of who we are we must take into account the sensory ingredients of innumerable occurrences that create the tapestry of interwoven sensations making up a rooted way of living. Life is a chummed collection of eclectic personal incidents.”
“we live together, we act on, and react to, one another; but always and in all circumstances we are by ourselves. the martyrs go hand in hand into the arena; they are crucified alone. embraced, the lovers desperately try to fuse their insulated ecstasies into a single self-transcendence; in vain. by its very nature every embodied spirit is doomed to suffer and enjoy in solitude. sensations, feelings, insights, fancies—all these are private and, except through symbols and at second hand, incommunicable. we can pool information about experiences, but never the experiences themselves. from family to nation, every human group is a society of island universes. most island universes are sufficiently like one another to permit of inferential understanding or even of mutual empathy or “feeling into”. thus, remembering our own bereavements and humiliations, we can condole with others in analogous circumstances, we can put ourselves (always, of course, in a slightly pickwickian sense) in their places. but in certain cases communication between universes is incomplete or even nonexistent. the mind is its own place, and the places inhabited by the insane and the exceptionally gifted are so different from the places where ordinary men and women live, that there is little or no common ground of memory to serve as a basis for understanding or fellow feeling. words to which the symbols refer belong to mutually exclusive realms of existence.”
“ہم وہ سنتے ہیں، جو ہم سننا چاہتے ہیں۔ وہ دیکھتے ہیں، جو ہم دیکھنا چاہتے ہیں۔وہ یاد رکھتے ہیں، جو ہم یاد رکھنا چاہتے ہیں۔ اور بعض دفعہ ہم دوسروں کے کانوں سے سنتے ہیں، دوسروں کی آنکھوں سے دیکھتے ہیں، دوسروں کا کہا یاد رکھتے ہیں۔ لیکن حقیقت کچھ اور بھی تو ہوسکتی ہے؟ شبانہ مختار کے ناول اُف یہ لڑکی سے اقتباس”
“Whether it is rational or empirical, your approach to life must always be empathetic. Emotional intelligence is acquired when knowledge and empathy are combined and applied to situations regularly in everyday life.”
“Your thoughts make me miss you. I feel pain. And I feel restless. As if a part of me is incomplete without you. Then I feel deeper pain. And then I become soulful! You will always be an unfinished part of me.”
“An evil, but not the evil you know, the evil within. The evil that is in every single one of us. We contemplate the purpose of us. We ponder why we are here and how but is doesn’t change the way we live. why or how or when it s going to end is pondered but not to the point of action. All we care about is how to keep moving forward. We cause hate and pain blindly but for what? For it all just to end. To blindly follow something without change is evil but not the evil you know, but the evil within.”
“We are a team A beautiful dream Like stones in a stream A literary realm Inspiring everybody to dream!”
“Mainspring of Life (A Sonnet) I have no nationality except humanity, I have no tradition except compassion, I have no religion except liberty, I have no god except a family of 7 billion, I have no belief but only awareness, I have no creed but only acceptance, I have no messiah except the self, I have no scripture except my conscience, I have no gospel except godliness, I have no sermon except thought, I have no philosophy except oneness, I have nothing to give you except love a whole lot, I demand no obedience, nor do I desire worship and offering, For there is death in worship, and freedom is life s mainspring.”
“Whenever you are with me, life plays a beautiful symphony!”
“It was amusing to look at that colorful case so symbolic of an entire nation. Haiti, it is said, is the place to discover how much can be done with little.”
“Borders create flow.”
“There is a reason why you were born. The sooner you find it the better!”
“You will write me off. You will not give me my due. You will classify me a failure. You will say that I was a fool. You will call me mediocre. You will call me a man who had no talents. And all these are mere labels. Nothing will matter to me. But what will matter is that the children and grandchildren of the coming generations will read my words and get inspired to keep up their struggle. The struggle to chase one s dreams. The struggle to never give up on one s dreams! And I may be hailed as a hero by the next generation. That is all that will matter!”