Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground.

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.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you.

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!

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

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.

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!

Even in your absence I fight with you in my mind, I laugh with you in my mind.That's how the strong connection exists between you and me. It will be forever.

You're my rose and I am the dew sticked to you who never wants to fall apart.

High school is worse than having to swim through multiple prahana filled lakes- and that's before the truckload of homework.

I didn't say it was your fault. I said I was going to blame it on you.

The other half is to dramatize the fact that we still "are" human beings, now. Or can be.

Never let an earthly circumstance disable you spiritually.

I think I look better in darker clothes. And maybe the fact that I wear black so much makes me more aware of putting people at ease.

You see, to me, the art of music is listening to it, not playing it. The real art of it is hearing it.

These are times of action. Men think and then act; sometimes, indeed, they simply act.

It is required to find the infinitely big inside what's infinitely small to feel the presence of God.