Ralph Waldo Emerson once asked what we would do if the stars only came out once every thousand years. No one would sleep that night, of course. The world would create new religions overnight. We would be ecstatic, delirious, made rapturous by the glory of God. Instead, the stars come out every night and we watch television.
Jo baat thi unko kehne ki
Wo baat hi kehna bhul gaye
Gairon ke fasane yaad rahe
Hum apna fasana bhul gaye
nazron ne kuch aisa jaddo kiya loot gaye hum to pehli mulaqat mein
- Nustrat Fateh Ali Khan
Tomb of Hafez, Shiraz, Iran
'Log kya kahainge' has killed more dreams than anything else in this world
I watched you lose interest in someone you said you’d love till the end of time. From that moment on I realized I’d never fully trust the words of a lovers mouth again.
A kiss on the forehead—erases misery.
I kiss your forehead.
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.
First day at new hospital was long and unfamiliar and absolutely draining, head pounding with a migraine, urgent applications and revision to be done, rota is full of upcoming 14 hour day/night shifts; days like this I wonder why I’m a doctor.
Parents rarely let go of their children, so children let go of them. They move on. They move away. The moments that used to define them—a mother’s approval, a father’s nod—are covered by moments of their own accomplishments. It is not until much later, as the skin sags and the heart weakens, that children understand; their stories, and all their accomplishments, sit atop the stories of their mothers and fathers, stones upon stones, beneath the waters of their lives.
— Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via surbeat
Hope has two beautiful daughters. Their names are anger and courage; anger at the way things are, and courage to see that they do not remain the way they are,