“I unravel my future as I weave it with my past.”

Every single ounce of pain I have ever felt was a bend on the road that led me to you.

You are more than anything and everything that has happened to you.

Let me take you to a city we’ve never before been. Let us lose ourselves in old streets until we’ve made ourselves a new home.

The world can never understand me unless they all fall in love with you too.

Love in a life is a light in the dark.

I see myself through your eyes and I love what I see. So please never look way.

Hope is a drug that makes fear little quieter.

I asked you where you were my whole life and you told me that you were waiting for me.

There is no such thing as a summer body. Your beauty is not seasonal, it is perennial. Your body need not change for your skin to enjoy the sun.

A fraction of an ounce of kindness from you was enough for me to fall.

The eye of the storm is the stillest part. There is calm at the centre of a cyclone. There is hush in the middle of a hurricane. The window of joy we shared was the eye of our storm.

Each Act of kindness is a seat filled at your funeral, a tear dropped upon your death.

A problem shared is a problem divided. A tragedy shared is a tragedy multiplied.

You ask me what is love and I’ll tell you I know not. You ask me if I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I once did. You ask me how I know I’ve loved and I’ll tell you I just know.

You’ve changed. And for that I’m proud. My loyalty is to you always. Not just the person I met.

Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.

Roses of tomorrow will thank the rainfall of today.

The future depends on ourselves, and we do not depend on any historical necessity.

I am utterly convinced that Science and Peace will triumph over Ignorance and War, that nation will eventually unite not to destroy but to edify, and that the future will belong to those who have done the most for the sake of suffering humanity.

Our love was pregnant with the future, but we were too young to carry it.

Whatever is hurting you today, is giving you the strength to face your tomorrow.

I feel I am stuck in memories of ours there is no past or the future but a series of moments halted without a given command. And time has stopped making sense.

The most painful state of being is remembering the future, particularly the one you’ll never have.

In this election, you vote for the future living conditions of mankind.