Akshay Quotes

You cannot win a war outside until you have won the war that you are fighting inside you first.

Every sword that was dripping the blood became a pen. Every word that was written in it became a poetry.

They burnt down the whole palace and they laughed menacingly. The shadows of the dreams and memories they burnt alive walked all over the ruins, trying to hold on to the charred pieces of their body.

Art is a place where tragedy meets beauty. An artist is someone who creates the most beautiful things of his life when his soul starts bleeding.

Amidst of all these darkness, soul wrenching pain and disappointments, you have a heart that still believes in love, trust and second chances. And that my dear, is what makes you so beautiful.

The voids in her soul turned every touch of someone else into the reminiscent of his love inside her.

It is beautiful to hear, how even the demons inside me have started singing your name.

I am a nyctophile, and I can't stop or help myself from falling in love for the darkest ends of your soul, rather than the light in your eyes.

The day you start falling in love, with the wrecked homes and broken windows instead of running away from them. You will find a story that fills your soul, behind every burnt door.

She was asked to pour out everything she had, but all she had was an empty soul.

She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too.

Darkness is the only place, where chaos and peace always met and fell in love with each other.

She was his only escape, And she was his only prison.

Every time he raised his hands on her. He killed a prince from a fairy tale somewhere deep within her heart, brutally.

When everyone failed to hear my screams, you are the only one who heard my silence.

We fell in love and heard thousands of words in every silence between us. Then we fell apart and heard only silence in thousands of words we spoke to each other.

Those footprints in the snow led me to this wildfire.

They heard a lullaby every time a part of her died in Silence.

He built a fort around, making it impossible for anyone to go near him. And he sat near the window watching her dance in the rain, with someone else.

The more you hide, the higher the walls around you gets. The more you cry in silence, the thicker it becomes.

Once you decide to grow out the roses from your heart, and let it spread the roots all over. you should also start to learn to handle the thorns that grow out of their stem.

Every single time you looked at me, through the corner of your eye and smiled. My heart pushed the ribs with all the force towards my lungs, until it got crushed and I could not breathe anymore.

In the graveyard built on a garden. The death of Every flower added a little life to the heart of the corpses buried deep inside.

Behind those happy eyes, you hide a mind that is terribly chaotic and that's what makes you, so beautiful.

Of all the places I have been, your mind is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.

If only they could see the things we hide behind those shining eyes and blissful smiles.

Everything you have said will not matter anymore one day, only those things that you never said will always haunt you and strangle you every time you see your world in someone else's hand.

Stay in my arms and look into my eyes, into that light which exists only because of you. You will find all the reasons to stay in this world which have the habit of breaking you every time.

Love is the only thing in this whole universe, that can make the roses grow out of the swords.

Love me like today is the last day we can see stars in the sky, let us sleep under them and throw ourselves into the oblivion and never again reach out for reality.

When words lose their meaning and expression, silence is the only language that heart follows, speaks and celebrates.

There is always a demon inside every angel. And there is an angel inside every demon. All they need is a bit of darkness and light together to see each other's face.

For it was the light, that was flowing in her veins but not blood. Every time she was wounded, she killed the demons in the dark, rather than feeding and keeping them alive.

And then, they finally decided that it doesn't matter anymore whether they walked on graves, or on the walls. All that mattered was reaching the light that everyone wanted, but nobody ever reached.

Sometimes our whole life is all about, not letting the fire that burns our homes down become the light that guides us home.

The greatest sin you can ever commit is to break a soul, which was already broken but still chose to trust you.

Don't make anybody Use you, be smart, else Dont curse them when they chew u out and throw you, they were smart not you

She was someone's dream, who just chose to show up in someone else's sleep.

For all the way he loved her. Every song had her memory, every rain had her smell, and every girl had her face.

He kept wandering all his life until the day he met her. For the first time, he felt he should stop and never look back again. Everything else seemed worthless. Such was her magic.

To create the magic, you should first believe in it.

They celebrated the sins, while the kindness continued to weep in the corner. The swords of the demons shined brighter, while the wings of the angels were crumpled and bled.

Be my bedtime story and the thoughts that won't let me fall asleep. Be the conversation that I always have in my head at 3 AM and that beautiful voice that never lets me sleep.

I burn a hole through everything I stare, and it happens when I stand in front of the mirror too.

Sometimes in the quest of searching the stars in others eyes, we fall into the never ending pit of darkness.

If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.

We are all the gods and devils, hiding under the human skin.

She fell into his arms like the rainfall over an ocean.

My Universe, crashing into yours, was the most beautiful accident this creation had ever witnessed.

She was an ocean, confined in a coffee mug. And she had the galaxies, confined in her pretty eyes.