“I’ll keep you mine even when you and I are not ‘US’; and with all our memories, I will pretend that it’s enough.”

Sometimes, “I love you’s” are just hard words ’cause they make me regret that I’m not at that moment beside you. – Distances.

Do you see how the sky holds the stars so softly so that they twinkle till eternity? Sky,”I’ll never let you go”

Feeling understood by one particular person is like holding a universe that solely belongs to you.

Perfect was sick of being called an “illusion” so it refined itself to “Loving You”. -Glories with you.

My days are a series of “I wish you were here” moments – All my roads lead to you.

A million ways I have pondered upon what your eyes convey -but this time, I wouldn’t. -There is beauty in stillness.

The sunshine crackling through the clouds reminds me that no matter what, I can overcome any obstacle.

I am okay if your love doesn’t make me feel the world to me it makes me feel myself and that’s beyond everything. – Recognization

I am more comfortable in our ache I mean, it’s more peaceful than to exist without you.

I have heard much about “Love is everything” but at times all you need is just one thing – yourself and that’s also love.

I wait for you in moments I cannot see. -Unrequited.

I have endured all the wrong people only to reach to the right one.

At times, I need to let go of all mistakes I made and believe that could a better person than before. -That belief is the courage I need.

To be more comfortable in someone else’s definition of love. I think, that’s what we all long for.

I whispered my heart your name and it smiled in rapid heartbeats.

I’m just a typewriter of the small universe of you and me I write memories into words and it becomes poetry.

The universe that lives in you is waiting to burst out in view.

I knew I loved you before I understood what that meant.

I know that I am one with beauty and that my comrades are one. Let our souls be mountains, Let our spirits be stars, Let our hearts be worlds.

I feel like every time I write a song, it feels like the first time I wrote a song. It’s just as hard; it doesn’t get easier, but that’s why I love it: because it’s a challenge every time. I also feel like I’m learning new ways.

God does not love sinners because they are attractive; sinners are attractive to God because he loves them.

Looking back over a lifetime, you see that love was the answer to everything.

Love what you do and do what you love. Don’t listen to anyone else who tells you not to do it. You do what you want, what you love. Imagination should be the center of your life.

Whatever you love most, that is your god.