“Self-love ultimately is knowing your limit on compromising and where you draw the line. People will tell you different things, making their own opinions sound like facts, but it is only you who can decide what your truth is.”

Sometimes, we are stuck in the dark for so long, we sometimes forget what light looks like, what hope and love feel like.

The walls of my room turn gray, the world began to crumble, the flowers withered, the birds lost their wings, the paintings became colorless, the sunlight was lost and the moon was no more.

I wish to exist in the spaces of your heart where no one else has ever been.

The person you hurt the most doesn’t deserve to be hurt.

The mirror in my room is a Liar. It doesn’t reflect what’s inside.

I have no one to talk to, and no one I feel I am trying to find meaning in this nonsensical paradox, with my heart on fire, I am constantly trying to heal.

I am so attached to the past I could be an antique stone.

I want to die just once before my death so that I know what it feels like to be alive once again.

Life is the combination of storms and rainbows. Nothing is permanent.

Loving someone is slow dancing with emotions in a burning room.

These silent Conversations that I have with myself might just end up killing me in the end.

Attachment of anything is the distraction of everything.

Never change to fit in, our differences is what makes life beautiful.

I was born and reborn continuously, different people draw different me.

The actions I take, reveal the secret I hide.

He has magic in his tears, even the rain envied.

If it compromises the relationship you have with yourself, then it is too expensive.

I compromise, but I don’t settle.

Live for who and what you love and never compromise your beliefs for anything or anyone.

Do not compromise who you are to satisfy the ones that are always trying to change you, that are constantly disappointed in your love.

Never compromise on who you are. You are born with the capacity to achieve greatness if you so desire.

Every compromise pursues false happiness.

The minute you start compromising for the sake of massaging somebody’s ego, that’s it, game over.

Wherever we go, there seems to be only one business at hand – that of finding a workable compromise between the sublimity of our ideas and the absurdity of the fact of us.