“When you run out of love, it’s really hard to understand whether you have lost your heart or your heart has lost you.”

Protect your dreams from your nightmare.

Being empty makes me whole sometimes. I wonder if every hollow hole has its own solidity of fulfillment.

Patience is to wait for the ice to melt instead of breaking it.

You don’t need to be the tide to rise and fall, you don’t have to be a wave to touch the shore; just be a little sand-grain and feel them all.

If you allow coldness to engulf you before winter, season is helpless to help you.

When reality hurts, make sure to soar above the dream-stained sky!

All shadows of clouds the sun cannot hide like the moon cannot stop oceanic tide; but a hidden star can still be smiling at night’s black spell on darkness, beguiling.

Spring is the fountain of love for thirsty winter.

Love is like dried flowers sometimes. Even though you watch the petals shrink and change colour, you cannot help treasuring them.

You don’t need a sad soul to feel the beauty of a dead grave, Just stay with the pale moon when darkness wants the night to be brave.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Take me to ‘nowhere’ when distance belongs here, there, everywhere.

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

I wish to spend a lifetime near a lighthouse where loneliness will be the glimmer of luminous prancing upon ocean waves… rising and falling only for my breathing.

You will never feel alone, if you run down the stairs of loneliness; as every solitary step becomes your companion.

Wild animals are less wild and more human than many humans of this world.

The first time you walked away, I felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every time after that, it felt normal.

Nobody is allowed to break the law.

And in between a guilty laughter that pretended to move on, her eyes shed tears of reality and broke all her delusions.

You said I was sunshine breaking shadows into your night.

Those broken girls have the deepest love.

The broken girls are the flowers of the earth they grow through tough conditions they bloom for themselves,

There’s still magic in a heart that’s been broken.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.