“...one person's dreams can become another's baggage.”

“...one person's dreams can become another's baggage.”

“All suffering is a consequence of a constant quest. A quest to follow a mirage, the mirage that is the creation of our mind, the illusion of happiness, the illusion of being loved. That is what it is. Love itself is an illusion. We misuse the word so much we forget what it means. It means nothing, because it simply does not exist. It is the destiny of the mind to seek. When it does not discover what it seeks, it gives birth to hopelessness. And given our undying spirit, from that hopelessness rises hope itself. This hope takes us to the quest all over again, churning us in an endless cycle of suffering. This cycle is called life. Suffer you will, one way or the other...”

“...one person's dreams can become another's baggage.”

“We don't plan funerals till the body is dead.”

“No ambition which feeds on blood can be a worthy one”

“Waqt masiha haeh, har gham ko samaa lega, Lekin waqt haeh, waqt lega. (Time is a messiah, every sorrow it shall contain. But time it is and time it shall take.)”

“Is being responsible a form of love too?”

“Our ego occupies so much space, there is little room for anything else.”

“Hate is a conscious emotion, but we rarely express it openly. Identifying hate in oneself is probably even more difficult than identifying love. Hate must not be confused with anger. It is very different. Hate has no reasons. Often, it just sits deep in our body, rarely expending itself in a way that we can identify. Hate must be dispensed with periodically, when the object of hate is no longer there, hate cannot thrive, and the mind becomes hollow and without purpose.”

“All suffering is the consequence of a constant quest.”

“How can I seek forgiveness for sins I haven't committed yet?”