“She is the epitome of majestic sadness whenever she cries.”

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.

When a true love takes away your peace and emotional well-being, he has nothing left to gain but everything to lose.

Live a life that makes you feel proud when you discuss your past with your children in the future.

Once they show you their true color, paint them grey.

Your fragrance is like a fresh morning after a night of storm & rainfall.

Mental health is a battlefield we go through every day. Some days it looks like the war may be over, and other days we are in the trenches.

I try so hard to cloak my impurity so that I can hide my shadows from everyone around me. I’ll summon this will, and instead, command it to keep myself alive.

It is beautiful to love people in memories rather than love them when they are near.

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.

If everything kept to its normal progression, we would live with the sadness-cry and then walk-but what really breaks us cleanest are the losses that happen out of order.

There’s nothing that makes me laugh more than being in the situation where you’re not supposed to laugh. Funerals. People crying. Breaking down. Telling you their life. I’m the worst. I’m the worst at that.

Somedays, I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I cry and cry but it only makes my heart feel heavier. Tonight feels like one of those times. Your absence will be the death of me.

Bittersweet is kind of my own favourite style because I want to be able to cry to the same song that I also can laugh to.

That moment I felt a bit like crying. I don’t really know why. Nana’s hand felt so warm that it even warmed my heart.

Anyone can make you smile, many people can make you cry, but it takes someone really special to make you smile with tears in your eyes.

Maybe the wolf is in love with the moon, and each month it cries for a love it will never touch.

A reporter once asked me if I ever cried. I wonder if people think I’m just as hard as a rock and have no emotions at all.