“You can’t measure, my love for you. I’m a victor. I steal you, from my very own self, every minute every day.”

My notebook couldn’t carry the burden of all those words which my heart once felt.

We have engaged ourselves so much in the idea of self love, that everyone else appears to be empty shelves.

The sound of those crickets still drowns me in the summer fantasy.

She who has the courage to dive deep into the ocean will find the pearls.

I couldn’t experience an end with you, because you have always been a beginning to something new every day.

I found the universe in you when people thought the sky is the limit.

Anger makes you vulnerable, It slowdowns the mind and make us slip our tongues often.

Sometimes it’s suffocating by being surrounded by happiness and not being able to feel it.

It’s exhausting stitching the bruises of the past with the one you see your whole life with.

Surviving is to overcome a hurting wound living is to see your face each morning.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

Sometimes I wish that I was the first you’ve met when you turned eighteen. There could be so many more years which we could have lived together.

You make sunlight doubt its role in winters as you set my body on fire.

There are these emotions which are eager to scream aloud, but they settle inside us without a cry.

I thought butterflies are frail until they began to flit in my stomach.

In the story, I was the woman of words, where you couldn’t be a man of actions. At least my words weren’t a lie.

We are all the same and we all want the same things: the right to be happy, to be just who we want to be and to love who we want to love.

Real love means loving kindness and compassion, the kind of love that does not have any conditions.

Love is the absence of judgment.

You have to be able to separate business from the love of the game.

When you love someone, the best thing you can offer is your presence. How can you love if you are not there?

I ran home in the moonlight with firm strides; for the sun-love made me strong.

Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.

However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.