“You were none, and now you’re all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.”

I have buried myself so deep in my words that sometimes I can’t tell if I am the person writing or the one hiding between the lines.

Why do you write? he asked. So I can take my love for you and give it to the world, I reply. Because you won’t take it from me.

I don’t think about myself as much as I used to. I guess that’s a good thing. I only think about the things that are missing from me.

Fear isn’t a reason when it comes to love–it’s an excuse. Anyone who has ever been in love will tell you that.

I was loved in my dreams last night. It echoed through me like thunder-I felt it through and through.

Some days I feel like my soul is being pulled in one direction and my heart in another.

I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence.

The words I heard from you today, are said when there’s nothing left to say. What I would give to make you stay, I would give it all away.

You can’t borrow from the future, to make up for the past.

Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.

People who are prone to sadness are more likely to pick up a pen.

The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.

How much love is a person capable of giving? I thought I knew the answer until I met you.

And if you’ve forgotten, let me remind you. How love never really ends. How your heart breaks the same way it beats, again and again, and again.

It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.

I know you were born with your heart already broken. But the world began in pieces and somehow made itself whole.

Desire nothing except desirelessness. Hope for nothing except to rise above all hopes. Want nothing and you will have everything.

The highest religion is to rise to universal brother hood; aye to consider all creatures your equals.

The scum that rises upmost, when the nation boils.

I’m a little wounded, but I am not slain; I will lay me down to bleed a while. Then I’ll rise and fight again.

You see many stars in the sky at night, but not when the sun rises.

Divine desperateness is the beginning of spiritual awakening because it gives rise to the aspiration for God-realisation.

Everything that’s born has to die, which means our lives are like skyscrapers. The smoke rises at different speeds, but they’re all on fire, and we’re all trapped.

From love arises hatred of those things which are contrary to what we love, or which oppose and thwart us in those things that we delight in.