A house doesn’t become a home until love moves in.
May be we feel empty because we leave pieces of ourselves in everything we used to love and then we have nothing left to give anyone, anymore.
In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete ‘her’.
Did you ever wish that you had a second chance to meet someone again for the first time?
Have you ever lost someone close to you? Someone who is at the core of your universe, the hero of all your stories... when that happens, it isn’t just the loss of one life, it’s the loss of two lives – one who found another world, perhaps... and one who is left behind.
Ever wondered how do you kill yourself without actually dying? Simple. Love someone who doesn’t love you back.
The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.
When you love someone, you become immune to the hurt they cause you. You don’t love hoping to get something in return, you love because you have to. In its extreme form, it is a need to give, not a need to get.
Sometimes we don’t have a choice in where we come from, but we can definitely choose where we go from there.
As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.
Sometimes neither distance makes the heart grow fonder nor absence lessens surging passions.
To have someone understand your mind is a different kind of intimacy altogether.
Sometimes the best way to be happy is to learn to let go of things you tried hard to hold on to that are no longer good for you.
Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be.
Why wish for something that will never be? It ends in nothing but heartbreak. We wish, then we think about how things would be if our wishes came true. And we feel happy thinking about those things. But then we wake up and realise that our wishes don’t have wings. And it hurts because all the happiness that we thought of, was never real. Hold on to what you have, try to find your happiness in what is, rather than what should or could have been.
Why crawl like a caterpillar when you have the wings to be a butterfly?
And it worries me how misunderstandings exist because people would rather have a hole in their heart than to talk their issues out.
Love yourself for what you are, instead of hating yourself for what you are not.
Life is too short to wake up with regrets. So love the people who treat you right and forget about the ones who don’t.
Dreams are tax-free.