Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
I wonder if I could take back every ‘I love you’ ever said to you, would I do it?
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.
I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
But when nothing in your life happens in a positive frame, it is difficult to think positively and hope for the best.
Competition was as much as respecting your opponent’s work as introspecting on your own.
Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.
Life goes on... with or without you.
If a man cries in front of you, it doesn’t mean he’s weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.
Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn’t it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn’t he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew.
I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.
He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect.
A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.
People don’t change, they come closer and closer to who they really are.
I think part of the reason why we hold so tight is because we fear something so great won’t happen twice.
She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.