and when all the wars are over, a butterfly will still be beautiful.
Hapiness is as exclusive as a butterfly, and you must never pursue it. If you stay very still, it may come and settle on your hand. But only briefly. Savour those moments, for they will not come in your way very often.
Happiness can be as elusive as a small fish darting away in a mountain stream.
As a boy, reading was my religion. It helped me to discover my soul. Later, writing helped me to record its journey.
…for everytime I see the sky I’m aware of belonging to the universe than to just one corner of the earth.
The sunlight, penetrating the gaps in the tall trees, plays chess on the gravestones, shifting slowly and thoughtfully across the worn old stones. The wind, like a hundred violins, plays perpetually in the topmost branches of the deodars.
For nature does things in good order: And birds and butterflies recognizeNo man-made border
The rain swirls over the trees and roofs of the town, and the parched earth soaks it up, exuding a fragrance that comes only once in a year, the fragrance of quenched earth, the most exhilarating of all smells.
It’s courage, not luck, that takes us through to the end of the road.
To be able to laugh and to be merciful are the only things that make man better than the beast
Everyone says she’s mad.’‘How do they know?’ I asked.‘Because she’s different from other people, I suppose.’‘Is that being mad?’‘No. Not really, I suppose madness is not seeing things as others see them.