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“इस कदर वाकिफ है मेरी कलम मेरे जज़्बातों से,
अगर मैं इश्क़ लिखना भी चाहूँ तो इंक़लाब लिखा जाता है।”
―
अगर मैं इश्क़ लिखना भी चाहूँ तो इंक़लाब लिखा जाता है।”
―
“Every thing you love is very likely to be lost, but in the end, love will return in a different way.”
― Kafka's Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition
― Kafka's Selected Stories: A Norton Critical Edition
“Stupidity is a more dangerous enemy of the good than malice. One may protest against evil; it can be exposed and, if need be, prevented by use of force. Evil always carries within itself the germ of its own subversion in that it leaves behind in human beings at least a sense of unease. Against stupidity we are defenseless. Neither protests nor the use of force accomplish anything here; reasons fall on deaf ears; facts that contradict one’s prejudgment simply need not be believed – in such moments the stupid person even becomes critical – and when facts are irrefutable they are just pushed aside as inconsequential, as incidental. In all this the stupid person, in contrast to the malicious one, is utterly self satisfied and, being easily irritated, becomes dangerous by going on the attack. For that reason, greater caution is called for when dealing with a stupid person than with a malicious one. Never again will we try to persuade the stupid person with reasons, for it is senseless and dangerous.”
― Letters and Papers from Prison
― Letters and Papers from Prison
“In the beginning, there was darkness.
There was only empty sky that stretched out forever in all directions, and all was dark and cold and still. Into the night was poured many years of time, forever and forever, until finally, the flow of endless years became a womb, and a soul was conceived.
That first soul became aware of the darkness and the cold and the stillness of the night and the passage of time. It became aware of itself. It gained a wisdom and created thoughts, but at first, the little thoughts all slipped away and tumbled through the night to places the soul could not reach. Again and again it tried to recapture its lost thoughts, but it was unable to find them in the night, so the soul turned all of its thoughts into light, so that even if it could never think of them again, at least it could keep an eye on them.”
― Olivia
There was only empty sky that stretched out forever in all directions, and all was dark and cold and still. Into the night was poured many years of time, forever and forever, until finally, the flow of endless years became a womb, and a soul was conceived.
That first soul became aware of the darkness and the cold and the stillness of the night and the passage of time. It became aware of itself. It gained a wisdom and created thoughts, but at first, the little thoughts all slipped away and tumbled through the night to places the soul could not reach. Again and again it tried to recapture its lost thoughts, but it was unable to find them in the night, so the soul turned all of its thoughts into light, so that even if it could never think of them again, at least it could keep an eye on them.”
― Olivia
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