“My shadow is tired walking with me; but I have yet to be bored walking with myself, all by myself.”

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.

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

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.

A moment’s beginning ends in a moment

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

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

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

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

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

I am bored. The great things are done. The German Reich is made.

The idea of feeling great at all times is purely fictional for a simple reason: we get bored of the same things, same feelings, same environments pretty quickly. If everything was always nice and great, you’d get depressed.

I think 2-D animation disappeared from Disney because they made so many uninteresting films.

Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.

Only the boring get bored.

Beauty without expression is boring.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

When bored in quarantine make your mom take angsty polaroids of you.