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

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.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.

Love yourself, first.

Teach me how to forgive cause I can’t seem to forget.

Missing you like you no longer exist.

The dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.

They push you away and say you’ve changed.

Having regrets won’t change what happened. It’ll ensure that what happened, never stops happening, within you.

Do you not see how necessary a world of pains and troubles is to school an intelligence and make it a soul?

Everything about me is a contradiction, and so is everything about everybody else. We are made out of oppositions; we live between two poles. There’s a philistine and an aesthete in all of us, and a murderer and a saint. You don’t reconcile the poles. You just recognize them.

God, if you think, God you are. Dust if you think, dust you are. As you think, so you become. Think God, be God.

Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.

Philosophy will clip an angel’s wings, Conquer all mysteries by rule and line, Empty the haunted air, and gnomed mine – Unweave a rainbow.

Pride is the cause of the most damaging fall for the soul.

We are but one of the multitude, in no respect better than any other in it.