“Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.”

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

And when i left, i left behind bit of heart, soul & love.

You taste love once & exhale destruction forever.

He clearly was a destruction and i named him love.

Careful darling, if the angel in her knows to heal you, the demon in her knows to kill you too.

Sometimes, my words need a home too and that is why i write about you.

There is no right way or right time to love, it just happens.

I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.

Worship is when we give God His breath back.

Manners are of more importance than laws. Manners are what vex or soothe, corrupt or purify, exalt or debase, barbarize or refine us, by a constant, steady, uniform, insensible operation, like that of the air we breathe.

Sundays are for moving gently, breathing softly, and living slowly.

Every Christian became a missionary the moment God breathed his Spirit into him or her.

Take a deep breath, listen to your favorite song and realize everything is gonna be okay, nothing is permanent.

Conversation, n.: A vocal competition in which the one who is catching his breath is called the listener.

I am made of sunsets. I am always changing, sometimes breathtaking, and sometimes too tired to put on a show.