“Art requires so much patience, don’t let time-lapse trick you.”

Journaling helps me sing lullaby to my fears and worries, allowing them to sleep.

A million stars shine at night, but only the sun awaits its time and outshines all others.

Looking somewhere else for a love like yours is like looking for the stars on the floor.

Sometimes, you want nothing more than to aimlessly scribble on paper and let the ink flow.

Every time someone tries to break you, God looks a little more after you.

When you love someone, their name itself becomes an emotion.

I don’t know who’d been protecting me all this time if it weren’t God.

How could you expect to stay happy after hurting an innocent soul.

Our only limitation is that we only believe what is visible to our eyes and audible to our ears.

There’s adventure even in peace when you share silences with the right person at the right places.

You sleep peacefully the night your fear of losing lifts up.

If it’s yours, you’ll catch it anyhow, if it’s not, you’ll lose it even if you catch it now.

I was seeking you everywhere but found you the day i looked inside my heart.

Our ego wants to understand logic, our soul wants to believe in the unseen.

Even if you two fall apart, carry respect for each other in the softest part of your heart.

When you leave a place, your sillage would fade but your vibes stay.

The artist and the photographer seek the mysteries and the adventure of experience in nature.

Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?

With all art expression, when something is seen, it is a vivid experience, sudden, compelling, and inevitable.

Art is a nation’s most precious heritage. For it is in our works of art that we reveal to ourselves and to others the inner vision which guides us as a nation. And where there is no vision, the people perish.

Impression is not enough. Design, style, technique – these, too, are not enough. Art must reach further than impression or self-revelation .

I don’t know anybody who needs a critic to find out what art is.

I did a lot of sitting back and thinking about what I wanted for myself and what I wanted for my country: more unity, more support for the arts and more opportunities for young writers from marginalized groups.

My mother was the most creative, fantastic person and would come up with great things for us to do. She’d buy art supplies and all of us would sit around painting. I was lucky.