“Imagination feels like home to me. If I am not responding to you, Maybe, I am responding to someone in my imaginary world.”

Loving someone unconditionally is equivalent to unintentionally losing yourself in the game, and the damage you inflict on yourself goes unaffected by your lack of self-awareness and self-realization.

Don’t develop feelings and emotions of extreme sadness in which you become an unconscious responder to a situation that upsets your mindset and disables your emotional well-being.

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.

Living in the past stops you from moving forward, and living in the future stops you from living in the moment.

Ignoring the truth keeps you in the shadows.

We all have pain in life but we learn to live with it. When our pain leaves us and goes away, we feel empty. Pain is a pleasure.

No rose ever grew overnight, be patient.

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.

Whoever wants music instead of noise, joy instead of pleasure, soul instead of gold, creative work instead of business, passion instead of foolery, finds no home in this trivial world of ours.

Every Strike is one step closer to a Home Run.

It’s quantity of time at home and quality of time at work that counts; don’t mix them up!

Think you’re escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home.

I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.

We have to stumble through so much dirt and humbug before we reach home. And we have no one to guide us. Our only guide is our homesickness.

I saw a cavalry captain buy vegetable soup on horseback. He carried the whole mess home in his helmet.

Whenever anything went wrong at home, because I was the only boy, I would get blamed for it straight away. Girls stick together.