In some languages (Hindi is one), every perception is called "seeing". Maybe, the trick is to rely on the eyes less and less as one perceives more and more.

The restless spirit never loses its wings. If sometimes it cannot fly, it is because during those moments the sky vanishes.

Like everything else, we know the futility of money only when we have more than enough of it.

Pleasure and pain are on the same side of the coin of human experience. The opposite is indifference or numbness.

Unconditional love should not be presumed to be without ardent expectations as also the inevitable disappointment.

When a lie makes a soft bed for everyone, may the truth lie low. God as commonly understood appears to be one such lie. God as non-existence is not everyone's cup of tea and He better remain so.

What is knowledge but a lucid enunciation of ignorance of yesterday. If there is no darkness to dispel, there can be no light.

The Sun would have wasted its life but for the evolution of life on earth. The one who gives should be grateful to the one who receives.

Truth is always a quest and if it looks anything like a destination, it is proof that we are on to illusion. Thus, unique is each quest!

Whether morality is moral is an open question.

Whatever time mother goes to heaven, it is always too soon. Fortunately, she is forever.

Anyone who takes on my sister, " he had postured once, all puffed-out bravado, "will have to deal with ...my sister." And then he'd dived behind her and cowered.

I found I was more confident when I stopped trying to be someone else’s definition of beautiful and started being my own.

I have a taste for a kind of melancholy and for being an absolute victim of love.

U.S. has been trying to encourage Iraq to pass a law that would provide money and training and weapons for a Sunni national guard that could be effective in places like Ramadi, like Mosul

Memory that yearns to join the centre, a limb remembering the body from which it has been severed, like those bamboo thighs of the god.

But no, I've just been very lucky. But I've worked hard, and the harder you work, the luckier you seem to get.

Once a child is confronted with the concept of death there's a certain innocence that goes.

The image that fiction presents is purged of the distractions, confusions and accidents of ordinary life.

Our breath is brief, and being so Let's make our heaven here below, And lavish kindness as we go.

She seemed a thing that could not feel the touch of earthly years.