“Departure of a year welcomes so many new memories.”

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

Every lake belongs to the quietness desired by the swans.

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

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.

Dreamers must dream on as long as the nightmare wakes them up to greet with a bucketful of reality.

If you rescue me from my pipe dreams, I’ll stop smoking fantasies.

I love to chase my shadow to feel how it rests in the dark.

Soft feathers cannot make a cruel bird kind.

The easiest way to be reborn is to live and feel life everyday.

A heartful mind can always see better than mindless eyes.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

Wrap your mind around my thoughts as I wrap my soul around your heart.

Pets reflect you like mirrors. When you are happy, you can see your dog smiling and when you are sad, your cat cries.

Ocean separates lands, not souls.

There is a time for departure even when there’s no certain place to go.

To cultivate an English accent is already a departure away from what you are.

They shouldn’t make the departure of a dancer so tear jerky because nobody’s going to war.

The myths have always condemned those who ‘looked back.’ Condemned them, whatever the paradise may have been which they were leaving. Hence this shadow over each departure from your decision.

The liturgy is best treated and read as if it’s someone announcing the departure of trains.

We have but the memories of past good cheer, we have but the echoes of departed laughter. In vain we look and listen for the mirth that has died away. In vain we seek to question the gray ghosts of old-time revelers.

I’ve experienced departure far too much to have the courage and call anyone my own.

Your departure was like trusting the process of seasons. I never knew i’d bloom again after a terrible fall.