I am fire, carrying the potential to burn whole forests down, and only because it feels inconvenient i will not settle for a flame.
SHRUTHI SAGARI believe we all deserve good endings. We were kind people before this world turned us cruel.
More Shruthi Sagar Quotes
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He tells me he is broken and love isn’t for him. Someone, please go tell him, heart break births the best of lovers.
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You would be so proud of me if you knew of all the ways I’ve turned my pain into art.
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You greet people and are fooled by their smiles. I greet people and I’m haunted by the pain in their eyes.
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A love so deep the ocean gets jealous.
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This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?
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The traveler in me is desperate to explore this gorgeous city but the lover in me refuses to see anywhere but him.
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Even when the blood in my veins is the same as them, every cell in my body is against becoming like them. What a curse it is to hate the very thing that birth you.
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She was light. In the way she smiled, in the way kindness poured from her soul, and in the way her heart melted. If you ever looked carefully, you could see it in her eyes; a thousand storms but she stood there like the sun with a smile.
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My heart will always be more yours than it will ever be mine.
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Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?
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Time heals but only when nourished with love. The only possible cure for heart break is to love again.
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But hopes are just dreams and not all dreams come true. So I hope of you, knowing very well that you could never come true.
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I’m sorry love scares me, I’ve only seen it end in pain.
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And its okay if work keeps you busy for days. On a little easier day, bring me a coffee and tell me how much you love me. I’d be totally fine.
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Is it a boon or curse I wonder; to feel another’s pain so much to consider it my own? To moan another’s funeral as if it were my own?
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