“I believe in your dreams. The sweetest words to a writer’s ears.”

Believe in the beauty of taking things slow. Beautiful things take time. Patience is elegance.

I am getting better at forgetting you. I am slowly but steadily learning the art of forgetting you.

Someday, we’re all going to be a memory. Be the kind that makes people smile when they remember you every once in a while.

I never knew I lost in love’s game until I was the only one left burning in flames.

Growth comes beyond comfort zones.

Despite all the pain from your past, may you never lose the heart to love and trust.

There are those like me, people who write selfishly. We who write for the love we lost, can’t have, or the lack thereof.

Someday, we will look back, and we won’t be ashamed.

One day, we would all be where we’re meant to be. Everything will fall into place, and we won’t have to force things or people to stay.

I hope you get through the battles you don’t tell anyone. Even if its easier said than done, I hope your heart always chooses to be kind.

The rain reminds me of what I couldn’t forget, of what we couldn’t mend, of the things I’ll forever regret.

You are the lost pages of my life – the years I lost my heart.

Love arrived when I least expected it. And just as quickly as it came, left me without a warning.

Love is magic, love is tragic. It is the air we breathe and the poison we drink.

Live a little kinder, a little braver, and a lot more gentle with yourself.

If I fail to achieve my dreams in this lifetime, at least I had the courage to give a good fight.

Blown roses hold their sweetness to the last.

I want to open myself. … I want the light of God, I want the sweet love of Jesus. I danced for the Devil; I saw him, I wrote in his book; I go back to Jesus; I kiss His hand. I saw Sarah Good with the Devil. I saw Goody Osburn with the Devil. I saw Bridget Bishop with the Devil!

O most illustrious of the days of time! Day full of joy and benison to earth When Thou wast born, sweet Babe of Bethlehem!

I have liked many but loved very few. Yet no-one has been as sweet as you. I’d stand and wait in the world’s longest queue.

O loving woman, man’s fulfillment, sweet, Completing him not otherwise complete! How void and useless the sad remnant left Were he of her, his nobler part, bereft.

I freeze and burn, love is bitter and sweet, my sighs are tempests and my tears are floods, I am in ecstasy and agony, I am possessed by memories of her and I am in exile from myself.

The best gift for an actor is the love of the fans. Many make sweet cards, write letters and even come and meet me wherever I am in India.

You cannot know, should I discribe to you; the feelings of a parent . Four years have already past away since you left your native land, and this rural Cottage