“You cannot leave and have me too I cannot exist in two places at once-when you ask if we can still be friends.”

How is it so easy for you to be kind to people? he asked. Milk and honey dripped from my lips as I answered cause people have not been kind to me.

You are the faint line between faith and blindly waiting – letter to my future lover.

Why is it that when the story ends we begin to feel all of it?

The idea that we are so capable of love but still choose to be toxic.

Do not bother holding onto that thing that does not want you – you cannot make it stay.

I long for you but you long for someone else, I deny the one who wants me cause I want someone else.

You have to stop searching for why at some point you have to leave it alone.

You may want that boy but you certainly don’t need him.

Like the rainbow after the rain, joy will reveal itself after sorrow.

You are your own soulmate.

Your body is a museum of natural disasters can you grasp how stunning that is.

Love is not cruel, we are cruel. Love is not a game, we have made a game out of love.

To heal you have to get to the root of the wound and kiss it all the way up.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.

Representation is vital otherwise the butterfly surrounded by a group of moths unable to see itself will keep trying to become the moth.

If you are not enough for yourself you will never be enough for someone else.

The only way to defeat pain is to recognize pain exists.

It is very easy to conform to what your society or your parents and teachers tell you. That is a safe and easy way of existing; but that is not living; To live is to find out for yourself what is true.

The problem with tomorrow is that I have never seen a tomorrow. Tomorrow does not exist. Tomorrow only exist in the mind of dreamers and losers.

Knowledge exists potentially in the human soul like the seed in the soil; by learning the potential becomes actual.

Time exists in order that everything doesn’t happen all at once, and space exists so that it doesn’t all happen to you.

Education is the manifestation of perfection already existing in man.

There exists no politician in India daring enough to attempt to explain to the masses that cows can be eaten.

One great part of every human existence is passed in a state which cannot be rendered sensible by the use of wideawake language, cutanddry grammar and goahead plot.