“What a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.”

How would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.

I am powerless in silencing the deafening thunder in my heart.

Someone once told me, wherever you are, whatever you do, always keep on upgrading yourself.

Your faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.

Go where you are celebrated, somewhere where the sun you carry in you will be seen and fully embraced by those who recognize it.

I will not allow myself to lose the child in me.

Love, grief, and the complexity of being human are the driving forces for every artistic revolution.

Its neither politics or religion. Music is the universal love language.

May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.

We forget that our parents were children, too. Let’s get to know them as little ones. Perhaps we’ll find the answer why they behave now the way they do.

I am a moth madly captivated by the fire in you.

Why fight against the current if I would only drown in it?

Why bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.

Your tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.

Don’t go out dating others just because you feel empty or because you want to feel alive. You do it for the right reason.

The deeper the pain that you have gone through, the more compassion you are capable of feeling.

Teaching is, after all, a form of show business.

Whatever is underneath all the drag, it actually doesn’t really matter. It kind of just matters, are you a great entertainer? And are you nice to work with? Are you good at your job?

Why doesn’t Tarzan have a beard? Why doesn’t glue stick to the inside of the bottle?

Imagine how weird phones would look if your mouth was nowhere near your ears.

On the other hand, you have different fingers.

It’s scary to imagine yourself failing. But I do know that in Bollywood, every Friday changes your destiny, and unfortunately, every Friday also changes the way people look at you.

It’s not the size of the nose that matters, it’s what’s inside that counts.

The magic that lives in being loved for who you are in the shadows, not just for how you appear in the light.