“Sometimes, you want nothing more than to aimlessly scribble on paper and let the ink flow.”

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.

What is the use trying to describe the flowing of a river at any one moment, and then at the next moment, and then at the next, and the next, and the next? You wear out. You say: There is a great river, and it flows through this land, and we have named it History.

The fundamental flaw of vulgar thought lies in the fact that it wishes to content itself with motionless imprints of a reality which consists of eternal motion.

Wealth flows from energy and ideas.

Free-flow play is not compulsory, but there is a belief across lots of nurseries that it is.

There is one common flow, one common breathing, all things are in sympathy.

Where attention goes, energy flows and results show.

The moment a man falls into sin, divine life ceases to flow, and his life becomes one of helplessness.

Let a hundred flowers bloom.