... for those of us who lived through these events, the only marker we'll ever need is the tick of a clock at the 46th minute of the eighth hour of the 11th day.
Tu agar paas bhi ho to dil beqarar apna hai
ke humko tera nahin intezar apna hai
mile koi bhi tera zikr cheddete hain
ke jaise saara jahaan arazdar apna hai
wo dur ho to baja tark-e-dosti ka khayal
wo samne ho to kab ikhtiyar apna hai
zamane bhar ke dukhon kolaga liya dil se
is aasre pe ke ik ghamgusar apna hai
raahat-e-jaan bhi vahi haikya kije
wo jiske haath se sinaafigaarapna hai.
We must not make a scarecrow of the law, Setting it up to fear the birds of prey, And let it keep one shape till custom make it Their perch, and not their terror.
[Newton wrote to Halley ... that he would not give Hooke any credit] That, alas, is vanity. You find it in so many scientists. You know, it has always hurt me to think that Galileo did not acknowledge the work of Kepler.
Victory is plesant, not only to those who love to conquer, bot to all; for there is produced an idea of superiority, which all with more or less eagerness desire.
Hanste Hain Yun Hans Kar,
Rula Jate Hein Log,
Milte Hain Yunhi Mil Kar,
Juda Ho Jate Hein Log,
Pal Do Pal Ki Mohabbat Ko
Umar Ka Saath Samjhna,
Mohabbat Bi Karte Hain Or
Khafa Bhi Ho Jate Hain Log,
Naseeb Mein Pyar Na Tha,
Jo Mujhe Mila Hi Nahi,
Kr K
Sab Ki Khushi Ki chah Karte Hain,
Bas Hum Itna Sa Gunah Karte Hain,
Aaj Phir Aap K Sms K Intezar Mein Bethe Hain,
Dekhna hai Kab Aap Hamein "YAAD" Karte Hain..
Khan.
[With Donald Trump] we are moving into an era where a lot of people get their information through tweets and sound bites and some headline that comes over their phone.
Everyone is really afraid of getting out there and not being good. That's the challenge: To be afraid and know people are staring at you and know you might not do all that well, but you do it anyway. What singles out the successful athlete from the ones who never make it past a plateau, it that successful athletes risk failure, even though they are terrified.
Bhar Aayi Meri Aankhen Jab Uska Naam Aaya
Ishq Nakam Sahi Phir Bhi Bahut Kaam Aaya…
Hamne Mohabbat Me Aisi Bhi Guzaari Raatein
Jab Tak Aansu Na Bahe Dil Ko Na Aaraam Aaya……
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer's art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.