“Our freedom lays deeper than your laws will ever cut into paper…For my words and rights are more than lines.”

The edges of our heart hold the most beautiful memories.

Sometimes truth is a kind of love not many hearts can bear.

We made a home for our wishes in the stars; while forgetting they were meant to be only the beginning.

An eternity caught within a feeling is called love.

The moon is alive because of the darkness how could we – ever be afraid of something that gives the stars a home?

How short the happy moments seem and how endless the sad ones.

I want to go to the ocean, Where the water is as dark as your eyes, and while the waves crash in ivory glance, I want to call you mine.

The greatest form of art is unconditional love.

Give me just a little ray of hope and I promise to fly on my own.

Chances we don’t take turn into dreams we will forget.

I burned all our bridges – not knowing that love knows how to swim.

My love is like a lonely light wandering through the darkness searching for a home.

Sadness that is caused by the absence of love is deadly for the heart.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for me and you; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

And all these strange birds in the morning sky feel more familiar than home.

We have to embrace our darkest thoughts to become light again.

You set yourself free by letting go of anyone who wants to leave.

I am not putting a check on anyone. I just have to say that India’s Constitution has given certain rights and freedom to people, but there are some limits, too.

The world’s ‘freeest’ country has the highest number in prison.

In her present ignorance, woman’s religion, instead of making her noble and free, by the wrong application of great principles ofright and justice, has made her bondage but more certain and lasting, her degradation more hopeless and complete.

For success in life you need yukti (skill) and shakti (strength), Bhakti (Devotion ) and Mukti (Freedom).

How liberating it is, to exercise our power to choose and radiate a high-frequency emotion of our choice, in every scene of life.

Touch has a memory. O say, love say, What can I do to kill it and be free In my old liberty?

This Old Testament – containing error, folly, absurdity and immorality – is by English statute law declared to be of divine authority, a blasphemy – if there were anyone to be blasphemed – blacker and more insolent than any word ever written or penned by the most hotheaded Freethinker.