Nature and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man, whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem. There are always sunsets, and there is always genius; but only a few hours so serene that we can relish nature or criticism. The more or less depends on structure or temperament. Temperament is the iron wire on which the beads are strung. Of what use is fortune or talent to a cold and defective store?
Bichre Huay Logon Pe Taras Khao Kisi Din
Aisa Ho Jaye K Na Yad Aao Kisi Din
Sawan K Bina Jaisay Ho Jati Hay Barish
Aisay Hi Mere Pas Chalay Aao Kisi Din
Santa Radio Lekar Potty Karne Gaya,
Banta:- Aaj Toh Mazey Se Ki Hogi ?
Santa:- Khaak Mazey Se Ki,
Radio Par Jan-Gan-Man Aa Gaya,
Khade-Khade Karni Padi.
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Art thou not, fatal vision, sensible to feelings as to sight?
When asked how she knows when her writing is where she wants it to be: "I know when it's the best I can do. It may not be the best there is. Another writer may do it much better. But I know when it's the best I can do. I know that one of the great arts that the writer develops is the art of saying, 'No. No, I'm finished. Bye.' And leaving it alone. I will not write it into the ground. I will not write the life out of it. I won't do that."
We're always thinking of eternity as an idea that cannot be understood, something immense. But why must it be? What if, instead of all this, you suddenly find just a little room there, something like a village bath-house, grimy, and spiders in every corner, and that's all eternity is. Sometimes, you know, I can't help feeling that that's what it is.
Ye Dard Ka Toofan Guzarta Kyun Nahi….
Dil Toot Gaya Hai To Bikharta Kyun Nahi.
Ek Hi Shakhs Ko Chahte Hai Kyun Itna…..
Koi Doosra Iss Dil Me Utarta Kyun Nahi...ii
Pasand He Surat Hame Lakho
Me Unki, Koi Jadu To
Jarur He Ankho Me Unki,
Ghayal Dil Ki Bat Wo Jane
Ya Na Jane, Hamne To Bhitaya
He Pal Pal Yado Me Unki..
Alas," said the mouse, "the whole world is growing smaller every day. At the beginning it was so big that I was afraid, I kept running and running, and I was glad when I saw walls far away to the right and left, but these long walls have narrowed so quickly that I am in the last chamber already, and there in the corner stands the trap that I must run into." "You only need to change your direction," said the cat, and ate it up.