“The ache in my bones have owned me all my life. Your love is finally setting me free.”

Rain love on the people that mean the world to you.

It breaks my heart to see people with such great potential to love, give up on love.

There is no love deeper than a broken soul madly in love.

The purest of hearts go through the deepest of pain.

Kiss his wounds and tell him its okay to cry, humans have emotions and they bleed sometimes.

And if they ask you about my love, tell them of all the times you broke my heart and how i still loved you the same.

I honor pain, for it is because of pain my touch has become tender, my words kinder and my heart humbler.

Fault was neither yours nor mine, its just that it wasn’t the right time.

My heart will always be more yours than it will ever be mine.

I’m just as broken as i seem not to be.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

You said i was your forever, so where are you now my lover?

Ripped in pieces soaked in love, unheard battles all won, I’m proud of you heart of what you’ve become.

Love is only pain in disguise.

Breathing is hard, my mind and heart both at war. This anxiety makes my living so hard!

If you knew the way you made my heart break and eyes tear, you would curse your existence .

Michael Moore and I actually have a lot in common. We both appreciate living in a country where there’s free expression. But Michael, if you ever show up at my front door with a camera, I’ll kill you. I mean it.

Hegel was the first to state correctly the relation between freedom and necessity. To him, freedom is the insight into necessity.

A nation’ s strength ultimately consists in what it can do on its own, and not in what it can borrow from others.

We cannot permit any inquisition either within or without the law or apply any religious test to the holding of office. The mind of America must be forever free.

Freedom is not only bought with a great price; it is maintained by unremitting effort.

How does the Meadow flower its bloom unfold? Because the lovely little flower is free down to its root, and in that freedom bold.

Real freedom is not merely doing what you like, but also NOT doing what you like.

Mahatma Gandhi never compromised on cleanliness. He gave us freedom. We should give him a clean India.