Space between thoughts is the meditative silence where greatness is created.” - Anishka - Songs of the Mist

There are times when the way has to pass through sufferings to cleanse ourselves from the burden of the past.

In eternityWe live. Come from. Life is one Series of footprints.

We all are designed to survive rather than to be happy.

The kind of stillness of being nothing, and doing things from that emptiness, make one strong.

When the living gets unburdened with needs and desires, the life becomes simple and easy to carry.

Everything that flowers, dies too, but in its dying provides seed of a new beginning. - The Monk (Pg-50)

Passion focuses your mind to one thing that you are doing and leaves no space for something else to enter” - Ashutosh in the book "Songs of the Mist

There is always a method in the seeming chaos of creation” - The Monk

Most of the time, our enquiries are triggered by desires to corroborate what we think it is, rather than the genuine desire to know." - Anishka (Pg 177)

Most of the things that remain tied to earth do not know that they have hidden wings under the hard shell of life” - The Monk in the book "Songs of the Mist

Thanksgiving, after all, is a word of action.

We must not allow other people’s limited perceptions to define us.

To be a character who feels a deep emotion, one must go into the memory's vault and mix in a sad memory from one's own life.

I lived a life I knew I had to hide My father's edicts resolutely grim.

What I do is draw but if you make an animated feature obviously it takes a whole team of people, and Zippy is my work. I felt that turning it over to a team of people would be wrong.

Do not feel safe. The poet remembers. You can kill one, but another is born. The words are written down, the deed, the date.

There is no problem with Islam itself or with the Muslims, but these are difficult times, and the difficulty stems from radical Islam.

In dance, in composition, in sculpture, the experience is the same: we are more the conduit than the creator of what we express.

Life is as tedious as twice-told tale, vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man.