“We all deserve to find that one special person, who sees and feels the rarity of our souls.”

You will find poems hidden on my whole body, Which I would never be able to put into words and write them out.

She is someone who falls in love with imperfections. Like the moon with all her craters, hearts with cracks, and souls with scars. For she knows they carry the deepest and truest love of all deep inside.

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.

I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.

I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.

When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.

Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.

My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

Democracy is the theory that the common people know what they want, and deserve to get it good and hard.

I really hope that I can be helpful in that journey because I do believe that women deserve the same pay. We work just as hard as men do. I’ve been working, playing tennis, since I was three years old. And to be paid less just because of my sex – it doesn’t seem fair.

There is a person inside of me who deserves kindness.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

If the love includes you doubting your own worth it is not a love worth keeping.

Your trauma is never indicative of who you are and how well you deserve to be loved.

The original question, ‘Can machines think?’ I believe to be too meaningless to deserve discussion.

If I have a daughter and she plays tennis, and I have a son who plays tennis, I wouldn’t say that my son deserves more money because he’s a man. I would say they deserve the same amount of money.