Philosphical Quotes Quotes

“On deathbed every single good, bad, ugly moment becomes special.”
― Sheeja Jose, Goodbye Girl

“Patience is the blue vitriol to control the fungal emotions of life”
― Munia Khan

“The whole of eternity is present now. We apprehend eternity through our senses and mental imagination. We can never recapture lost time. Memory allows us to taste the scintillating experience of living by recollecting our past in a series of sequential personal events and an orderly arrangement of a linked series of cultural happenings. Writing our personal story calls for us to remember the sensation of what it entails to live tactilely before losing lucidity of the mind.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“Living in a spiritual manner, exhibiting a joyous and mindful embrace of the manifold wonders of an earthy existence, enhances life. A person develops spirituality by spending solitary time thinking about the larger issues in life. Scripting a personal philosophy for conducting a person’s life is a spiritual testament. A spiritual person seeks a system of general truths that encoded statement transforms their character.”
― Kilroy J. Oldster, Dead Toad Scrolls

“श्वासांच्या प्रवासात थकलेली शरीरे,घड्याळाच्या काट्यासवे अंतर देणारे चेहरे.
शेवटी राहतो भूतकाळ आठवणींचा,खडखडाट होणार असतो चाळळ्या जाणाऱ्या पानांचा.
खूप सारे शब्द उरतात मांडायला पण नसतो कुणीच श्रोता ते ऐकायला.
जीवन याहून वेगळे ते काय,
जे आता आहे ते नंतर संपून जाणार आहे,अन जे आता संपणार आहे ते परत उत्त्पन्न होणार आहे.”
― स्पर्श

“Chapter header "Blue Lucy Revelation: Angels of Another Kind."
“We are all born under one sun and the same blanket of stars, but the number of paths between life and death are infinite. Who chooses our destiny? One that is, or one that has yet to come?” —“Observations in the Afterlife,” Araina (2061)”
― Tiffee Jasso

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― Prometheus Worley

“Beneath the weight of shadows, my heart bears,
In the silence of night, burdened with despair.
Feelings entangled in a ceaseless strife,
Mind racing, lost in the labyrinth of life.

Right and wrong engage in an endless fight,
In the dim light, where truth hides from sight.
Life's essence, a phantom in the mist,
Restless soul wonders, does existence persist?

The night, a canvas for my silent debate,
Am I truly living, or is it just fate?
In the echoes of darkness, I seek the clue,
Beneath the shadows, is existence true?”
― Manmohan Mishra