“Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.”

My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.

I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.

I found the universe in you when people thought the sky is the limit.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.

It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.

Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.

There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.

All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.

I’m going to live forever. Geniuses don’t die.

You never stop loving someone. You just learn to live without them.

What is the point in living forever, if it is not with the woman I love?

I live by the ten percent rule. Save one, you save a thousand.

A lot of people put motivational quotes up on the wall, and all they do is collect dust. Become what that quote says. Live it every day.

If we live in a world governed by feeling and emotion, let’s just make sure it’s a good one

I wanted to convey the message to children that this life is worth living.

If, then, my awareness of the past and future makes me less aware of the present, I must begin to wonder whether I am actually living in the real world.