“Celebration went after music. And music wanted to date pain. But pain fell in love with lyrics.”

Some people just repel other people. Maintaining social distancing must be easier for them.

He wanted to travel the world. So, he wrapped her in his arms.

The half naked priest in the temple got offended by her sleeveless blouse!

Their minds have met. Hearts, might never.

He thought that he wanted the whole world. When she arrived in his life, she became his whole world.

When you start defending someone by justifying their actions; you’re too attached.

He hit her for the first time. It was enough for this lifetime.

People are not born warriors! But there are battles, they didn’t even chose to be in but have to fight for survival, which make them fierce and ruthless warriors.

He thinks that his superpower is the ability to happily stay alone. In reality, its his defense mechanism!

The only problem with closures is that you think you want it but in reality, it just kills a dead hope.

She can relate to darkness it absorbs everything.

He was an ocean of pure love but after what he had to go through, now he’s a desert of hopeless romance.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

Until homes are empty, Hospitals and crematoriums are bound to be full.

A writer touches your soul. A good writer isn’t interested in touching your soul but disturbing it.

They have different opinions. But the love is mutual.

Many people celebrate Christmas as a secular holiday for the most part than a Christian holiday. Obviously, many, many people celebrate it as a Christian holiday. But then there’s even more people or there’s additional people who celebrate it as a secular holiday as well.

My favorite Catholic holiday is Easter. For those of you that don’t know, Easter is the day we celebrate Jesus rising from the grave and coming back to Earth as a rabbit that hides colored eggs.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up.

A holiday is when you celebrate something that’s all finished up, that happened a long time ago and now there’s nothing left to celebrate but the dead.

The meaning of the Sabbath is to celebrate time rather than space. Six days a week we live under the tyranny of things of space; on the Sabbath we try to become attuned to holiness in time.

We rarely get a definitive look at just how complicated and sometimes dangerous their everyday lives were. In fact,

When reading about what may be described as the lesser celebrated heroic figures of the Harlem Renaissance,

The singular historic moment millions now celebrate could have been tragically lost to guerrilla decontextualization.