“You deserve to be a happy person you were born to be.”

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

When I look in the mirror, demons look closer than they appear.

Behind every color that can be seen, there are unnoticeable shades.

Of all the places I visit, the past is still my favorite.

Time seems to be wasted more when someone seeks the truth in lies.

Broken vases may still carry beautiful flowers.

When the heart knows the reason for tears, it prepares to carry the ache for years.

The beauty of a deer cannot make a wild lion kind.

Tears are my weapon to hide my pain just like thunder hides the sound of rain.

Peace lives everywhere in your home and if you are homeless, it will be in the sea, hiding under the dark moon. Find it patiently.

The sun cannot hide all the shadows of the clouds just as the moon cannot stop the sea tides, But a hidden star still smiling at the dark magic of the night.

Love lifts us high, higher than we ever dreamed. And the higher you go, the higher the fall when it’s over.

How strange it is to miss someone with the same zeal we love them.

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

I have decorated your absence with every flower you hate. I end up hating em all.

If you’re looking for a quote that makes sense to you – you will not find it. You can learn every language and read every word you ever write, but you will not find what is in your heart.

Life is the coexistence of all opposite values. Joy and sorrow, pleasure and pain, up and down, hot and cold, here and there, light and darkness, birth and death. All experience is by contrast, and one would be meaningless without the other.

Effective leaders are made, not born. They learn from trial and error, and from experience.

Because every day of your life was written on God’s calendar before you were born, everything that happens to you has spiritual significance.

Islam, at the moment, is the motherlode of bad ideas.

It’s pointless to cry. One is born and dies alone.

This is my soul skin. Born from the dust, blooming from within.

I was born to a dad who was born in the South Bronx while the Bronx was burning, while landlords were committing arson to their own buildings.

I know what it’s like to access the privilege of a ZIP Code but also be born in one that could have destined me to something else.