“Time is capable of doing it all love, hurt, rise and fall.”

Love is not always about being there but always about remembering in prayers.

What grows inside you, grows around you.

And if it takes darkness to see the stars, may I never come out of it.

All it takes is a single moment of happiness to blemish even the deepest of scars.

I run away from myself, only to find myself in others.

This brain of mine tends to complicate the simplest of things.

Holding a rope full of thorns, dreaming of a rope full of flowers.

I am not going to apologise for the things I didn’t do and neither should you.

We ain’t flawless and yet we are precious.

My mind dwells in the blues.

The world seems hazy because my heart is heavy.

Everything is going to be alright, only if you want it to be.

Quitting is the easiest option available and I have never preferred an easy path.

Life is too short to keep it all just in your heart.

You are a piece of art with a beating heart.

If the Sun took away your hope today, only it can bring it back tomorrow.

My art is capable of liberating man from the tyranny of the practical, rational world.

I am so confident in that idea that if love gets a chance, it will transform the community and the world into a more prosperous place, because we are capable of love.

We are born to action; and whatever is capable of suggesting and guiding action has power over us from the first.

The difference between what we do and what we are capable of doing would suffice to solve most of the world’s problems.

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

Words are capable of arousing the strongest emotions and prompting all men’s actions.

Nothing satisfies an individual incapable of enjoyment.

I know who I am, I know what I can and can’t do. I know what I will and won’t do. I know what I’m capable of and I don’t agree to do things that I don’t think I can pull off.