“I don’t want to show my body to the ones, who often close their eyes, when it’s time to praise the beauty of my mind and soul.”

Sometimes its suffocating by being surrounded with happiness and not being able to feel it.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for you. I’m not there to hold you, and this clouded sky do not let you talk to the moon.

Your departure is no joke it freaks me out every time you leave for the airport.

If I’m sharing you with myself, I’m daring to share your thirst for warmth, your body and soul, even your mistakes gone wrong.

Darling, everything is likely to fall in place, only if you make up your mind to stay.

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.

Hope is such a beautiful word, but it often seems very fragile. Life is still being needlessly hurt and destroyed.

One of the most beautiful qualities of true friendship is to understand and to be understood.

When people see some things as beautiful, other things become ugly. When people see some things as good, other things become bad.

This most beautiful system of the sun, planets and comets, could only proceed from the counsel and dominion of an intelligent and powerful being.

It was my teacher’s genius, her quick sympathy, her loving tact which made the first years of my education so beautiful.

Everything in Nature called destruction must be creation-a change from beauty to beauty.

That is all there is in life – beauty. You find that and you have found everything.

Dwell on the beauty of life. Watch the stars, and see yourself running with them.