Quotes from Munia Khan

A lonely soul is the best friend of itself

When you start dreaming- what's there to boast?Life may treat you like a living ghostBrokenness haunts you until you perishDeath will bring you nothing to cherish

Poverty's simplicity has an inexpensive beauty rooted in it, which the rich can never afford to buy

Soul smiles through the lips of a happy face

Nothing is perpetual in this world. Not even your everlasting soul!

If an infant had the capacity to think hard about this world, it would have wanted to go back to its mother's womb again

A prisoner should know that there are thousands of imprisoned freemen living in this world…jailed in their own society, handcuffed by duties..

I've learnt to gather simplicity from grasshoppers. I like their naive indecisive minds never knowing exactly when to stop chirping, and I envy their ability to be able to mingle with the green…

We live in a world where a hut made of clay is more durable than brick buildings, because poverty doesn't allow it to be reconstructed.

Home was never a dream for homeless people as they used to have their homes. Living in a home was their reality. Now we need to help them to find the lost-reality again.

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

In my reality all the mosquitoes are vampires and all fireflies are dragons.

Loneliness is not the enemy of your joy as long as you know how you should always destroy the pensive mood that remains with you like a friend who never stands up for you when you're forced to bend

Every joy is like a piece of mirror: always reflecting..

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

Growth of human hair is the absolute blessing for a barber

Learn how to learn...then start learning

You cannot buy trust, you have to earn it.

Seek more strength for weaker spine No grape grows on sinner's vine

My past lives alone. That's why my loneliness wants to live in the past

nothing is lifelesswhen the moon writes its screedon the silvern sand silence-From the poem:"The Universe In Blossom

When the years are dying in the arms of your life, the earth is in pain moving around the sun.

Pain pumps blood when heart dies

Eagle's flight of loneliness soars so high Around its sigh, no more alone the sky Other birds remain away, clouds pass byBetween shrouds of life and haze sun rays die