“Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.”

A farewell to my shadow is not my death; it’s my rebirth in darkness.

The moon can never breathe, but it can take our breath away with the beauty of its cold, arid orb.

Moon is the light from a lantern in heaven.

Distance unites missing beats of two hearts in love.

No living thing is ugly in this world. Even a tarantula considers itself beautiful.

Live alone if staying together seems lifeless

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive.

It is the honey which makes us cruel enough to ignore the death of a bee.

It’s been raining outside and I feel like a sad poet, hating my imagination pissing on the roof.

A lost road will remember your footsteps because someday you may want to return, tracing the way.

Stars are always dancing. Sometimes they dance twinkling away with the rhythm of your joyful heart and sometimes they dance without movement to embrace your heartache as if frozen sculptures of open-armed sadness.

Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.

It is hard to befool a fool who has already been fooled so many times.

Wish I could be a fragile piece of glass to accept my brokenness.

If we are the trees, words are our roots; and we grow as we write.

Music took me from a real dark place to a real bright one.

I have but one passion: to enlighten those who have been kept in the dark, in the name of humanity which has suffered so much and is entitled to happiness. My fiery protest is simply the cry of my very soul.

Stars shine brighter when nights are darker and life flourishes most when the rain is heavier.

I like the night. Without the dark, we’d never see the stars.

The cynic is one who never sees a good quality in a man, and never fails to see a bad one. He is the human owl, vigilant in darkness and blind to light, mousing for vermin, and never seeing noble game.

The story was a sleeping girl in a narrow bed Dark hair thick and wild and twisted like seaweed across the pillow.

To drive out the darkness, bring in the light.

If you are afraid of the dark, why do you keep on going back to it? You might be afraid of the light.