“Time has a habit of taking revenge for the weak.”

Our ego wants to understand logic, our soul wants to believe in the unseen.

Even if you two fall apart, carry respect for each other in the softest part of your heart.

When you leave a place, your sillage would fade but your vibes stay.

I have a habit of choosing the roads less travelled, and they think it’s the wrong way just because they took the roads that felt too safe.

Being understood is a luxury for the soul.

My love, you have a heart of gold, it’s precious, beautiful, and bold.

I wish happiness for each soul but much more for those to whom life hasn’t been fair at all.

Let your art reflect your soul.

Time is an illusion, people say but only until you have to match its pace.

Sharing your emotions with paper is so much more comforting than sharing with someone else.

Speak truth whenever possible, it sounds the most poetic.

Even when there’s no one you can rely upon, you’re being guided, protected, and kept safe.

You know they’re a pure soul when it breaks their own heart to break another heart even unintentionally.

Having loved and lost too many people what can I be if not kind?

Some people may slip out of your life, but they sure stay for a lifetime in your heart and memories.

There comes a time when people start trying to dim your light. It’s the toughest fight, stay strong, you’re meant to fly beyond the skies.

If you quit once it becomes a habit. Never quit!

Most certainly, some planets are not inhabited, but others are, and among these there must exist life under all conditions and phases of development.

People had a habit of looking at me as if I were some kind of mirror instead of a person. They didn’t see me, they saw their own lewd thoughts, then they white-masked themselves by calling me the lewd one.

Winning is habit. Unfortunately, so is losing.

Don’t succumb to excuses. Go back to the job of making the corrections and forming the habits that will make your goal possible.

In the first 30 years of your life, you make your habits. For the last 30 years of your life, your habits make you.

Quality is not an act, it is a habit.

A century from now it will no more occur to a normal person to mate with a person eugenically unfit than to marry a habitual criminal.