A thing is never untold, It is always misperceived.

His pen spoke more to her than he ever did”.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.

After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because, 'Poetry forgives.

The world is made out of Nutella. You just need to stick your tongue out, so that you could really taste it.

For one more time, he decided to give away smoking.And then, she happened one more time in his head.

He was lying there on his death bed, and he asked for her as his last wish.She came with tears in her eyes. He held her hand and said with a smile, " I wish I died daily", And then a flat line.

Is there a particular way of looking at your love?” she asked.…..Yes… The way you look at me.

Until I knew that it was you inside me, who has so much to say, I hesitated writing.

Love can be all things.But, Just never enough.

You are so adorable. You can never be bad. Everyone has a hysterical part in himself, and I may be that part you. I’m just a lunatic. Maybe, a demon. And you.You’re the world.

In the search of spark, we forget the beauty of darkness. We forget the purpose of the light.

There is no sweeter pleasure than wandering aimlessly about.

The not-self cannot have the bad, meaning they of the government and the judges and the schools cannot allow the bad because they cannot allow the self.

Fatal accidents never happen because of just one mistake. It takes a whole chain of stupids lining up just so to put a full stop at the end of an epitaph.

You accept things as they are, not as you wish they were in this moment...The past is history, the future is a mystery, and this moment is a gift. That is why this moment is called the present.

Someday I would love to write about Vincent van Gogh - his paintings and letters continue to inspire me very much. But it remains hard to find the time and inner rest to write.

My father would take me to the playground, and put me on mood swings

I'm not afraid to fail...I'm scared to death of dying and having the Lord say to me, 'Angelica, this is what you might have done had you trusted more.

Jane Austen can in fact get more drama out of morality than most other writers can get from shipwreck, battle, murder, or mayhem.

You know what the most destructive force in the universe is? Regret.

Before you can begin to think about politics at all, you have to abandon the notion that there is a war between good men and bad men.