“Blame game doesn’t resolve the pain or misunderstandings.”

If given a chance to turn back clock, I wouldn’t change a thing, as I wouldn’t be the rockstar I am today, if life didn’t give me migraines.

As I open my eyes, I breathe a sigh of gratitude for another to life to the fullest.

You can be a gem yet would be considered a rock, it all depends on the mindset.

Hold on the small moments of joy, they become grand gestures to evolve.

As I look back, I at times can’t fathom the things, so I forgive myself and others so that I can smile with contentment.

It is upto us if we want to stay rooted in the bloodbath of pain or grow a new blooming garden with the fertiziler of lessons learnt.

We as humans get hurt but it is upto us if we want to still feel the pain or let go and move towards healing.

The way the little doll smiles, blossomed infinite nourished and healed flowers in his soul.

Her aura was filled with inked blue and red flowers that had words embedded on it.

The blind was instructed to take small steps, untill the vision made them leap beyond rareness.

She held the sand, whispered to it, you were not mine and this is why you slip away so easily.

No amount of blackmail was ever going to maker her bow down, she was a wolfish eagle warrior, alone and powerful.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

I love you madly, and the very thought of you not breathing with synced breaths as mine, kills me.

The butterfly inked on her neck was an indication of her ever evolving soul.

She is the garden of life that embraces darkness with a smile and reimburses it with sparkles.

I find it really interesting that people are shocked by the raw, natural representation of a woman and a man’s body.

People who believe in a divine creator, trying to live their lives in obedience to his supposed wishes and in expectation of a supposed eternal reward, are victims of the greatest confidence trick of all time.

We don’t have a lot of expectations [for Donald J. Trump] because the American administration is not only about the President; it’s about different powers within this administration, the different lobbies that they are going to influence any President.

Americans love marriage too much. We rush into mariage with abandon, expecting a micro-Utopia on earth. We pile all our needs onto it, our expectations, neuroses, and hopes. In fact, we’ve made marriage into the panda bear of human social institutions: we’ve loved it to death.

It’s essential to distinguish between events that are really beyond your control and events you caused yourself.

To live in poverty is to live with constant uncertainty, to accept galling indignities, and to expect harassment by the police, welfare officials and employers, as well as by others who are poor and desperate.

Value is not made of money, but a tender balance of expectation and longing.

I don’t bring expectations to any of my books. I don’t tell people what to do. I want to invite them in.