“Pretty flowers have to die some day too.”

Forever seems dreadful without a love to fill it with.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

We can not all love in the same way – for the feeling would be called ordinariness instead. And of that, the world has too much already.

Simple things are the most difficult ones; they enquire much more than one thought of ordinariness.

Solitude causes more wounds than it was ever meant to heal.

How a love ends should never define your next one.

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

If you truly love someone, you’ll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

Changes are important they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

There’s no real reason why you can’t have what you want out of life.  

Love so deep like the blue sea. 

Sometimes, you need to stop from what you’re doing, take a deep breath, and remind yourself of who you are and what you want to be.

We always blame society for everything yet we forget we are the society.

Maybe admitting you need a break will give someone else the space to take one too.

Memories and time spent together are like heaven has been given inside heaven.

We are all just infinities, bounded by our bodies, trying to find forever in a numbered days.

Losing all expectations is complete freedom.