No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
It’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where will I go?
Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul.
Silence has its own language and in that silence he found words within himself; words for her, words for him and words for them.
Our lives are defined by fear from the very time we are born to the time we bid adieu to this material world.
There was only one four-lettered word having precedence over life itself and it was LOVE.
He decided that for an ounce of that laughter, he could sacrifice an entire lifetime of happiness.
He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.
Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.
It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing – I loved her truly, madly, deeply!