Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.

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

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.

I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others.

Our love is the reason romance was created.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

No matter what gifts you have, practice is the only way to get better at anything."If people knew how hard I had to work to gain my mastery it would not seem so wonderful at all” - Michael Angelo

You and I can handle certain pressures. We don't feel the need to exaggerate or indulge in, quote, unquote, stress. We're survivors. We have perspective. Remember that.

What is human in me is not what is best in me. What is human in me is that I desire, and to obtain what I desire, I believe I would crush anything that stood in my way.

The world is on fire.

Too many christians have been chargeable with... confounding the Logos of Plato with that of John , and making of it a second person in the trinity, than which no two things can be more different.

But trust me, if I lived in the '80s, I would definitely be the one going to the record stores.

Failure is just a way for our lives to show us we're moving in the wrong direction, that we should try something different

History is a facsimile of events held together by finally biographical information.

Every moment presents a new opportunity and a new decision.

I only see the faults, flaws, the imperfections. That attracts me.