Deep Thoughts Quotes

Deep Thoughts Quote of the day

The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.

When I got untethered from the comfort of religion, it wasn't a loss of faith for me, it was a discovery of Self.

Are you an artist?""I'm a mess is what I am, " he says, holding on to the building for support. "A bloody mess. You 're the artist, mate." Then he's gone.

The welkin is blue yet in agony, The air and the water has made a pair, As the love was unfaithful and the earth has to suffer, until the time goes backwards.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.

I try to do something positive – I socialise more…But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

Good. That is it. You will see with your hands, I promise you.

Deepest place in my mind is my thinking and thoughts....Do not try to understand me...Otherwise you will drown in me.

The deeper thought is, the taller it becomes.

Wow, that is so deep.'He meant it, of course.'You're really real, ' he added breathily. 'Say something else.'I decided he wasn't worth punching, and walked away.

Education is a system designed to make you feel inferior, yet they encourage you to accept it in order to be superior

Prot: I'm not tired.Brewer: I am.Prot: Perhaps you're getting too much sleep. All your beings seem to sleep a lot. Is that because it's so awful to be awake?

The black clouds and the white clouds, Black means rain White means no rainToday it was different, It rained despite of white clouds.And nobody got wet.

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

You are only as free as you think you are and freedom will always be as real as you believe it to be.

A rain like melting pillows…a rain so beautifulI could neverhave let go ofif not certainthat someday...it would find its wayinto my poem.

I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

When a poet digs himself into a hole, he doesn't climb out. He digs deeper, enjoys the scenery, and comes out the other side enlightened.

The winter came with blossoms and the bees left their hive, The love was ephemeral when he became the prince charming, And the unbalanced promises couldn't take their stake

You are either the person you were or the person you are, eventually you have to let go of one

Scatter as a prayerescaping my lips...as orchidsblooming in clouds.

But how sane can the mind really be if it doesn't even know its own depth?

everything thing in life goes really really very very deep and ally you have to show the world is, its just on the SURFACE

Am I the girl/ Whose giggle crinkles her big eyes/ Or the woman whose small eyes/ Crinkle her vision?

Reflections in the heart are more pronounced than those we view in a mirror.

I will not just love you till death.I will love you for eternity, this life and the next.

It was then that I realized. There are a thousand ways to break a girl...but it only takes one to kill her. -Alyssa 'Blame It on the Pain

How is your book doing?" or "How many copies have you sold?" are the questions for a salesman. To a writer, you better ask "What did you write today?".

In the memories we Survive

There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.

The center of my sins stuck behind a blocked door, circled by hollow deeds spread on my lifetime’s floor

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

People have come, surpassed my soul and left.I have become hollow and the hollow space inside, hurts.

I want to lie down on the bench then, or better yet, on the grass, rest on something living and see if I can hear the dead underneath.

Live your life in such a way that when you die, you're the one smiling and everyone around you is crying

A strange feeling of lonelinessAdrift near the blue canvasYou may stare long and listen deepYet not know whether sea-shore or sea-snore!

Some express, some write and some just feel it.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Give me the strength to leaf, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.

Give me the strength to lead, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song, in my lilac dawn.

She avoids deep thought like an empty restaurant, not out of stupidity, but a canny resolve to be happy.

Like the number nineeternity is forever mine

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air…. touching your skin…… Saying goodbye….The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

We live in everyone. I live in you. You live in me. There is no gap, no distance.

It's the problem with mistakes, they tend to linger.