"Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting;
The soul that rises with us, our life"s star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar;
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But railing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home."
-William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
Kisi ko tum chaho aur woh tumhein thukra day, Yeh uski badnaseebi hai. Koi tumhein na chahey aur tum usse zaberdasti apna banana chaho, ye tumhare nafs ki zillat hai Hazrat Ali (A.S)
Holding anger is a poison. It eats you from the inside. We think that hating is a weapon that attacks the person who harmed us. But hatred is a curved blade. And the harm we do, we do to ourselves.
