“Sometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

The sunshine crackling through the clouds reminds me that no matter what, I can overcome any obstacle.

I am okay if your love doesn’t make me feel the world to me it makes me feel myself and that’s beyond everything. – Recognization

I am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.

I have heard much about “Love is everything” but at times all you need is just one thing – yourself and that’s also love.

I wait for you in moments I cannot see. -Unrequited.

I have endured all the wrong people only to reach to the right one.

At times, I need to let go of all mistakes I made and believe that could a better person than before. -That belief is the courage I need.

To be more comfortable in someone else’s definition of love. I think, that’s what we all long for.

I whispered my heart your name and it smiled in rapid heartbeats.

I’ll keep you mine even when you and I are not ‘US’; and with all our memories, I will pretend that it’s enough.

I’m just a typewriter of the small universe of you and me I write memories into words and it becomes poetry.

Our forever exists in us.

The further one separates himself from the precepts of the Christian Church, the further one distances himself from the truth. Only God can create. I make music from music.

Sometimes it’s necessary to go a long distance out of the way in order to come back a short distance correctly.

The past of the soul is so distant! The soul does not live on the edge of time. It finds its rest in the universe imagined by reverie.

The road before us is shorter than the road behind.

When men are full of envy they disparage everything, whether it be good or bad.

To the wrongs that need resistance, To the right that needs assistance, To the future in the distance, Give yourselves.

I take a sun bath and listen to the hours, formulating, and disintegrating under the pines, and smell the resiny hardihood of the high noon hours. The world is lost in a blue haze of distances, and the immediate sleeps in a thin and finite sun.

Everything at a distance turns into poetry; distant mountains, distant people, distant events; all become Romantic.