Sanhita Baruah Quotes

Don't bring me the stars from the sky, I'm planting sunshine in my backyard.

Life is, at times, tough...And all we need to do is to prove that we are tougher than it...

There's nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability...Blame thyself

But when she finally got the wings to fly she realized she had nowhere else to go to...

Maybe that's what writers do-Maybe they exaggerate pain just so that you feel okay about what you're feeling.

I asked myself only when he needed my help, "How will the broken heal the wounded?

I wish not to tell you how I feelI choose silence so that you leaveKiss me goodbye and set me free

Some selfish people rise because some kind people haven't learned the art of saying no to them.

I am an optimist and when I am too sure of something or someone, well, of course it turns out that I am wrong .. at other situations, I imagine the worst and needless to say, I am again wrong

We can't control what others thinkWe might as well go ahead and live

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...

Life isn't about falling in love as much as it is about learning to get over hatred..

I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

What can you do for love?Can you leave a person for love?Can you leave a country for love?I think I wouldn't even leave my couch for love

A fleeting second on someone's news feed, No dearth of meanings for those who read, Not my stories but 'tis what I think, I say I don't write poems, I just write dreams.

Of all the things you said I couldn't doforgetting you has been the easiest...

People are going to break promises, and they will have every right to till the point you realize that you don't change plans based on someone else's words.

You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet...

What broke your heart so badThat you had to close every door, That you say you have a dark soulAnd can't utter the word 'love' anymore?

Let it rain on some days, Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.

Conversation of the Day -He: How do you describe yourself in two words?Me: You don't.

I wish not to tell you how I feel, I choose silence so that you leave, Kiss me goodbye and set me free...

Sometimes, you don't get what you want the most... At other times, you're just lucky.

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

A hand-rolled cigarette to smoke, Another one bought from the store.If he lights one, his mind's lit upAnother one burns a hole..

When you know the inside stories, no matter how good looks the cover, you just cannot appreciate it...

No matter how "normal" people look, living "ordinary" lives, everyone has a story to tell. And may be, just like you, everyone else is a misfit too.

Loving is effortless.. while Relationships, they require your time and patience... the two things we all lack..

Never follow the crowd....Until and unless you're crossing the road...

There is no window to look outside.There is no window to look within.Open the doors.

Apologize!That's the least you can do to try to make right something you have wronged.

Another day.How long are you gonna scroll down?SemicolonSmile

I couldn't find my cup of tea.So probably, I've been simply taking a sip from everyone else's cup. May be it shouldn't matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

I have seen travel plans happen only when they were made overnight.

Rule #1 of Traveling-Don't even think of answering questions that contain the word "plan"?

So when they win, it's their hard workAnd when they lose, it's their bad luck

It was either the chaos of a crowd of thoughts or the silence of solitude... nothing in between..

I, sometimes, fear that probably I'll just keep changing cities, and may be someday I'll also travel the world, but never find another soul who thinks exactly the way I do.

I had seen the world as either white or black.It is only when I read the pages of her diary that I understood why the sky looked so grey.

My maid never sweeps under the bed so I asked her to do so today. Found a pen, three pairs of shoes and the man I had lost two years ago.

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her...

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn't be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...

Fictions are realities we don't think of, that are happening to people we know nothing about.