There are two dirty words in photography, one is art, the other is good taste
I had a second birth when my soul and my body loved one another and were married.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you are my life.
Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars.
I deserted the world and sought solitude because I became tired of rendering courtesy to those multitudes who believe that humility is a sort of weakness, and mercy a kind of cowardice, and snobbery a form of strength.
To understand the heart and mind of a person, look not at what he has already achieved, but at what he aspires to.
Now the canvas is not just my country Pakistan, but now the canvas is the entire world. Now the canvas is the entire ummah (Muslim nation).
That girl had a great way of making friends, and strangers, and anyone else who was around.
Today, the PC is often still considered just a tool, but together we need to make it a lot more than that. We need to make it a path to experiences.
The woods are never solitary– they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unsharable sorrow which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. We can never pierce it’s infinite mystery– we may only wander, awed and spell-bound, on the outer fringe of it. The woods call us with a hundred voices, but the sea has one only– a mighty voice that drowns our souls in its majestic music. The woods are human, but the sea is of the company of the archangels.