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“Khizar, you know, at the centre of a Black Hole, space-time curves to an infinite point known as a “singularity” where all matter is destroyed.” “Yes, that’s is the essence of a Black Hole.” I replied while squeezing her hand. “Khizar, remember. If someone wants to kill a woman, all he has to do is just win her heart and then leave her. She will find her way to the Black Hole. To the singularity where everything is destroyed.” I assured her that I would go to the last extent to ensure that neither she nor I fall in that Black Hole. She looked up to the ceiling as if she was looking into the vast universe above and said, “I hope so, Khizar. I trust you. But if you fall into a black hole for any reason, do you know what will happen? You will see the entire future of the Universe unfold in front of you in a matter of moments. Afterward, you will emerge into another space-time created by the Singularity of the Black Hole you just fell into. Khizar, you will see me there, waiting for you!”

“We both were sitting on the bench in front of the church. My hand gently ran through her hair as she rested her head on my lap, both of us lost in the moment when she suddenly said, “Khizar, do you remember Prof Sexena’s lecture about binary stars? “Yes, I vaguely remember” I replied while politely pinching her nose. “Binary stars are a set of two stars, a nova, and a supernova. They keep on circling around each other for centuries like mad lovers. However, there is a difference. The nova star explosively sheds its light but never dies while the supernova will ultimately die in a huge explosion" She took my hand in her hands, pressed it softly and said, "Khizar , I do not know why but sometimes I feel you are the nova who will keep on shedding its light but I am the unfortunate supernova who is destined to end in a huge explosion no one would ever see.”

“She listened intently, nodding sympathetically, and when I had finished, she spoke again, "Khizar, I understand your pain. Life can be difficult, and at times, it can seem as though there is no hope. But you must remember that like the river, life is constantly flowing, and change is inevitable. The key is to keep moving forward, to keep pushing through the challenges, and to never lose sight of your dreams. Do not give up hope, my friend, for the future is full of possibilities.”

“When someone exits your life, you don't die instantly; instead, you begin to perish in pieces. You no longer catch the scent they wore, and a part of you fades away. You miss witnessing them change their clothes, another fragment of yourself diminishes, and you yearn for the familiar whispers in those intimate moments, yet all that fills the silence are echoes of your dreams, and so it continues. Until eventually, you feel nothing, see nothing—just an overwhelming emptiness and a deafening silence”

“The Dagger in the Heart You seem so calm, the sea before a storm, still in the hush before the waves arise. But then—a memory drifts through your mind, a fleeting touch of kindness long ago, the quiet smile of someone in a café, her laughter caught in sunlight, soft and bright. A yellow tulip, trembling in your hands, tucked in her hair, as golden as the dawn. An old slip of paper, edges curling thin, her number scrawled in ink now blurred with time— and all at once, the stillness breaks apart. Some words remain, though years have worn their sound, like daggers lodged too deep within the heart. They never twist, they never pull away, but linger there, a whisper in the dark, a wound unclosed, a shadow breathing near. No matter where you turn, they echo back, the syllables that cut and left their scar, a voice that lingers long after it's gone.”

“You once shared with me the essence of love: to prioritize another's happiness and fulfilment. Today, I honour that wisdom by choosing to step away. It's agonising to detach from someone who holds a piece of your heart. However, yearning or longing doesn't confer ownership. Eventually, you must let your heart endure the ache of parting, like a sunset bidding farewell to the day. It's frustrating how, even after letting go, thoughts linger and memories haunt—replaying what was, what could have been, and the regrets of should-haves. Yet, despite the agony, I release my grip because it's the kindest act I can offer. I love, and in love, I release. That, I believe, is the greatest gift I can give.”

“The intimacy we share is something truly special, a bond that goes far beyond mere physical attraction or temporary connections. It's the kind of closeness that has profoundly changed us both, leaving us forever altered. I can't predict what the future holds for us, but I do know that we are no longer the same. You've become an inseparable part of my story, just as I've become a part of yours. No matter what comes next, we will carry a piece of each other with us, bound by the secrets we now share.”

“However, the poignant truth that eventually reveals itself is that the remarkable individual you met at a crucial juncture of life, the one who set your heart ablaze, was no different from any other stranger you might have encountered on a bustling railway platform. He too, was waiting for a train, but a train that followed a different track. It would be unfair to expect him to forsake his journey to accompany you, just as it would be unwise for you to halt your journey in pursuit of him. Let him go his way, gracefully.”

“Sometimes, during our lives, there comes a moment when everything stops, time stands still, and our souls become trapped in that very moment. It's like a coiled spring that can extend and stretch, but ultimately, it always returns to its original shape—back to that frozen moment in time. For me, that moment came when we said goodbye. Since then, I've been frozen in that moment, unable to move forward.”

“When Someone Leaves They do not take your breath or still your heart, but piece by piece, you crumble into dust. The scent they wore no longer haunts the air, and something in you wilts, a quiet death. You watch the space where once they used to stand, the ghost of motion lingers in the dark. The rustle of their clothes is lost to time, a whisper swallowed whole by memory. You call for them in dreams, in restless nights, but only echoes answer in the void. And bit by bit, the world is drained of light— until there’s nothing left but hollow space, a silence vast enough to swallow stars. I wonder if that’s how it truly feels, to miss someone so bad it cuts like steel, a dagger twisting deep inside the gut, each thought of them a wound that will not heal.”

“I kept on holding the telephone receiver in my hand knowing that it was my call, and she would not put her receiver down first. There was pin-drop silence on both sides but still, I could hear her heartbeats as if it wasn't a telephone receiver but a stethoscope in my hand. After a brief moment spread over centuries,I heard a sound, the sound of something breaking. It was eerily similar to the sound when a star, being pulled by two equally powerful black holes and unable to decide which one to choose, falls apart, breaking into pieces like a glass I put the receiver back; a soft click sound indicated disconnection. The last means of communication between us had been disconnected as if the doctor had just pulled the cable from ventilator which had kept the terminally ill patient alive. I felt a deep lump in my throat, legs failing to carry my weight; I fell down on the nearby sofa like a log of wood”

“Last night before leaving for the UK, I was sitting alone on a bench at the banks of River Jhelum, enjoying the silvery trail of gumusservi. She was sitting on the ground, throwing small pebbles into the water and seeing them drown in the water. Both of us were silent but still conversing; our silence was speaking Suddenly she got up, and looked at me with a mixture of empathy and sadness. She knew that the pain I was feeling was real and that it was something that she couldn't take away. "I'm sorry," she said softly. "I never meant to hurt you. I just didn't feel the same way." I nodded, understanding, and said. "But it doesn't change the fact that it still hurts. I thought we had something special, and now it feels like everything is slipping away." She took a step closer to me and placed a hand on my shoulder. "I know it's difficult," she said. "But you have to let go and move on. You deserve to find someone who loves you the way you deserve to be loved." I looked at her, my eyes filled with sadness. "I know you're right," I said. "But it's easier said than done." She gave me a small smile. "It won't be easy, but it will get better. And who knows, maybe someday you'll find someone who makes you feel like you've never let go of anything at all.”