“There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.”
He that has light within his own clear breast May sit in the centre, and enjoy bright day: But he that hides a dark soul and foul thoughts Benighted walks under the mid-day sun; Himself his own dungeon.
“There is no other companion as companiable as ones’ solitude”
Strange but a truly an agreeable fact. When you are accustomed to walking alone in a garden on a bright sunny day, When you are accustomed to lie down and count stars in the sky,When you are accustomed to enter your dreamland whenever you bath; you don’t really observe the real companion beside you..yes its the “solitude” indeed.Not every one is gifted with such a loyal companion and utilizing him (the solitude) properly makes our lives the most engaging!!
Some may not speak..yet they communicate a lot..through eyes,through emotions,through beauty and through their colors!! Nature speak a lot too 🙂
They say to each other,”No matter how small the camera resolution shall be,we fit in every picture perfectly”