“A writer touches your soul. A good writer isn’t interested in touching your soul but disturbing it.”

He was an ocean of pure love but after what he had to go through, now he’s a desert of hopeless romance.

She believes that she’s learnt to stay alone. Deep down in her heart she feels lonely.

Until homes are empty, Hospitals and crematoriums are bound to be full.

They have different opinions. But the love is mutual.

Pleasure disguised himself as happiness and stole life away.

They said that women can’t be good drivers. So, she became a fearless pilot.

She’s a delicate masterpiece. Touching her involves the risk of breaking her pieces.

Karma was always a cat. It was destiny who behaved like a bitch.

When you’re in love, you go beyond; not far.

She was getting fat and he was getting bald. As promised, they were growing old together.

He was the ultimate destination. She considered him a milestone.

You think, You know them. And then, you know them.

His promises looked so promising that she just ignored the blatant truths.

The irony is that he broke the only person he never wanted to hurt.

When it hurts, you feel it. But when it pains, you’re numb.

Anybody can write. Anybody! A writer just rewrites better.

He who has peace of mind disturbs neither himself nor another.

It’s important to take each game as a new one because carrying the highs or the lows from previous games might disturb your mindset.

Nothing disturbs me more than the glorification of stupidity.

If you are pained by external things, it is not they that disturb you, but your own judgement of them. And it is in your power to wipe out that judgement now.

It is not worth the while to let our imperfections disturb us always.

If there is disturbance in the camp, the general’s authority is weak.

Do not disturb yourself by picturing your life as a whole.

People are not disturbed by things, but by the views they take of them.