Here are two exceptionally great lines that i have come across thus far -
'It is the silence which proclaims the coming tempest. And when the tempest makes not its appearance, it is because the silence is stronger than the tempest.'
Another Gem which i would like to share with all, is from my favorite Poet 'Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib' :
qaid-e ;hayaat-o-band-e ;Gam a.sl me;N dono;N ek hai;N
maut se pahle aadmii ;Gam se nijaat paa))e kyuu;N
Translation: the prison of life and the bondage of grief– in essence/origin both are one
before death, why/how would a man find escape/release from grief?
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