Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.
MUNIA KHANIt is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.
More Munia Khan Quotes
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A mind can bleed a heart to death.
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It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.
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Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.
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Ocean separates lands, not souls.
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A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.
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You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.
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Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.
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Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.
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All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.
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Protect your dreams from your nightmare.
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A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.
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Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.
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The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday.
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The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.
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Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.
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Even a wolf knows how to be polite when animalistic humans have no clue about politeness.
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If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.
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A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.
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Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.
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Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.
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It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.
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I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.
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If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.
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I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.
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The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.
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A moment’s beginning ends in a moment
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