Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn’t stop for your grief.
I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.
Some people are going to leave, but that’s not the end of your story. That’s the end of their part in your story.
It’s love when someone can touch you without using their hands.
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.
Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you’re unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
There is no home as comfortable as your father’s arms and no bed as soft as your mother’s lap.
Competition was as much as respecting your opponent’s work as introspecting on your own.
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.
Love never comes with a brochure of rules and regulations, a prospectus with guides of what is acceptable and what is abominable. It’s a standard to follow your heart, and that’s what I did and if doing that hurt you, then I’m sorry… sorry for coming in your life and wasting your time, for causing you an anguish so great that you could not bear the sight of me. Today, I am proud to stand up and honour myself and proclaim to the world… yes, I loved someone more than myself. I loved someone truly, madly, deeply!
Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.
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!
One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well… just realistic.
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.
Never carry the baggage of your past relationships on the honeymoon of your future relationships.
It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you’d clicked ‘Send’.
Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?
Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.
Beauty can only be best described at its origin through a befuddling silence, the kind that leaves one almost on the verge of a pleasurable death, just because one chooses beauty over life. There is nothing in this world to hold something so pure, so divine except a loving heart. And it is the only manner through which love recognises love; the language of love has no alphabet, no words.
