Either the soul survives death or it does not, and there is no scientific evidence that it does.
At times we feel something is going to pierce the silence we are living in; after a while we realize it's the silence.
Each day, each noise I gather explodes, leaving me to death; to rest in the solace of silence & to be re-born.
A person truly evolves from his own silence and one such can keep the people around him in the awe of silence.
You look the conflict with your ego & i look the same conflict with thought. Your ego never gives me a second chance. . we are left to suffer!
Silence is the medium of source between you and your ego consciousness.
We never know our good or bad as we loose our judgement living with them. worst part is we don't accept who we are & hence remain confused for the rest of our life.
We are accustomed to use our eyes only with the memory of what other people before us have thought about the object we are looking at.
My past is no secret to anyone. I'm a blackguard and a sinner, and everyone knows it. These days, that's almost an asset to being a politician.
The wave of evil washes all our institutions alike.
Twisting and wiring and stringing starching and curling, delicately painting spots and shadings on scraps of silk until what had been nothing more than a pile of brightly colored fragments had been transformed into the silk irises, forget-me-not, violets and roses that would adorn the hats of women and girls more fortunate than themselves.