“I have been alone for so long that having somebody feels like a strange thought. Silence has been my most loyal compassion.”

Am I little mad for writing someone I’ll never have?

People are much brighter and more beautiful when they talk of things they love.

Pain and loneliness can be addictive, but there can also be strength in embracing it.

Silence is a loud language – weapon of the wise, solace of the tired hearts.

Roses are red, violets are blue, star-crossed lovers – me and you.

I believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.

Starry nights calm my thoughts and whims, but it makes me ache for all the things that could have been.

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

Humility is not thinking less of yourself; it is thinking of yourself less. Humility is thinking more of others.

Do you know that nothing you do in this life will ever matter, unless it is about loving God and loving the people he has made?

The true spiritual secret is this: what you seek, you already are. True success is discovering your inner divinity~ it’s the ability to love and have compassion, trust your intuition, and awaken to your unlimited creative nature.

The miracle is this – the more you give, the more you have.

I see my parents as tiny children who need love. I have compassion for my parents’ childhoods. I now know that I chose them because they were perfect for what I had to learn. I forgive them and set them free, and I set myself free.

Wounds are the means through which we enter the hearts of other people. They are meant to teach us to become compassionate and wise.

I give a portion of my time to helping others. It is good for my own health.

Tomorrow’s leaders will not lead dictating from the front, nor pushing from the back. They will lead from the centre – from the heart.