“My original appearance now is impure and that is why I try so hard to hide it from everyone harder than I work on keeping myself alive.”

You have to hurt before you heal: that’s how you know the recovery is real.

Letting go breeds freedom.

Our wings are built from the feathers of failure.

Make sure the burden you feel is the one you chose to keep.

At the heart of all men suffering lies the absence of safety, and from that absence, fear is born.

Loneliness breeds self-love.

He is living on a diminishing hope that good things await him in the future. A hope that promises a sense of contentment even though the scars from the past might never fade away.

Self love is a strength that only a few possess in this cruel world, don’t ever think of it as a weakness.

Silence is loud, more than the storm.

The earth doesn’t need to go to meet the sky. True love is the one that doesn’t get a destination.

He found peace in his own storms, but when he loves, he still has the thunder in his eyes, a hurricane in his mind.

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.

False hope feels like home.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

Until the world needs a beautiful mind like yours, they call you insane.

The Bible is alive, it speaks to me; it has feet, it runs after me; it has hands, it lays hold of me.

The more true to ourselves we are, the more we gravitate and attract all the things that represent us. Therefore, the more we are alive.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

While you are alive, your worldly self is like a collector of benefits from Allah’s bounties, which come to you from myriads of hands.

I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

I’m alive and I want to keep living.

I remember thinking how often we look, but never see … we listen, but never hear … we exist, but never feel. We take our relationships for granted. A house is only a place. It has no life of its own. It needs human voices, activity and laughter to come alive.