There is Sunshine in My Soul

« It is often said that a person can only read about five thousand books in a lifetime. It is a small range of books given the accelerating quantity available to us. This limitation might lead some readers to rush their reading, thereby increasing the number of books. This response turns a reader into a tourist, jumping from experience to experience, noting only the highlights, being able to say he or she has done it, though not entirely sure what was done. Another response is to simply and happily acknowledge that life is indeed short, and that our smaller selection of books represents a unique expression of our character. This second choice removes the needless pressure from reading, and restores it as a great pleasure. »

I’d like to be my old self again, but I’m still trying to find it.

When I am silent, I have thunder hidden inside.

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

From every wound there is a scar, and every scar tells a story. A story that says, I survived.

‏يہ آنکھيں تيری ديد کے فاقوں سے مر گيئں

Tum mujhay sang-e-marmar samajhtay ho tou samajhtay raho Mein tumhare samnay reth ki diwaar nahi ban sakti… Mujhay toot jaane se khof aata hai

Is shor machati dunya mein ik tum he sakoon ka lamha ho…