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

He hit her for the first time. It was enough for this lifetime.

People are not born warriors! But there are battles, they didn’t even chose to be in but have to fight for survival, which make them fierce and ruthless warriors.

He thinks that his superpower is the ability to happily stay alone. In reality, its his defense mechanism!

The only problem with closures is that you think you want it but in reality, it just kills a dead hope.

She can relate to darkness it absorbs everything.

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.

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

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.

We are used to thinking of the Arabs as primitive men of the desert, as a donkey-like nation that neither sees nor understands what is going around it. But this is a GREAT ERROR.

In their country, two fellow coutrymen whose paths berely cross (or see each only only briefly) with inferrence, would effusively rush themselves up (or throw themselves) into each other arms if they would happen to meet in a desert, among Cannibles.

It’s a treat to see the sun rise over the desert. What am I saying? It’s a treat to fire off a rocket car over the desert!

The marvellous instinct with which women are usually credited seems too often to desert them on the only occasions when it would be of any real use. One would say it was there for trivialities only

Critic, relent!Your hope for repentanceWill meet with disapppointment.For this is the life,Not desert tents,Not camel’s milk!

Look at you, you madman! Screaming you are thirsty and dying in a desert, when all around you there is nothing but water!

When a building is about to fall down, all the mice desert it.

They make a desert and call it peace.