“They push you away and say you’ve changed.”

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

One way to open your eyes is to ask yourself, “What if I had never seen this before? What if I knew i would never see it again?

Every great and deep difficulty bears in itself its own solution. It forces us to change our thinking in order to find it.

Real change will come when powerful women are less of an exception. It is easy to dislike senior women because there are so few.

I am a bad, wicked man, but I am practicing moral self-purification; I don’t eat meat any more, I now eat rice cutlets.

Give us a world where half our homes are run by men and half our institutions are run by women. I’m pretty sure that would be a better world.

Women need to shift form thinking “I’m not ready to do that” to thinking “I want to do that- and I’ll learn by doing it.

When you want to change things, you won’t please everyone.

In a nation of millions and a world of billions, the individual is still the first and basic agent of change.