It was rather beautiful: the way he put her insecurities to sleep. The way he dove into her eyes and starved all the fears and tasted all the dreams she kept coiled beneath her bones.

And in the end, we were all just humans.. drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.

Sometimes I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am

she lived with hurricane eyes and fell in love with the way the waves collapsed against her cheeks.

She writes things with her movements that I for the life of me could never write with a pen.

She stared at the stars like they were pillow for her mind and in their light she could rest her heavy head.

Tears are the silent passion for suffering

My hunger for writing will die when I have bled for the humans that never found the strength to find the words themselves

Nothing brings to life again a forgotten memory like a fragrance.

If God wanted us to get high, he'd have created plants that became psychoactive when eaten or smoked.

Dignity is an affectation, cute but eccentric, like learning French or collecting scarves.

I'M EMBARRASSED because the looting, violent protests, and law breaking only confirm, and in the minds of many, validate, the stereotypes and thus the inferior treatment.

Use power wisely. If you search your heart, I think you will.

I can reach the mass audience if I come from different perspectives on every song.

Though the fact that they have to be rebuilt And frequently mortgaged to the hilt Is inclined to take the gilt Off the gingerbread, And certainly damps the fun Of the eldest son.

Why bother lifting weights if you aren't following a sound nutritional regimen? Sure, it may be fun, but are you really accomplishing anything?

It was scary when the Beatles came on the scene. It was like an earthquake or a fire or an accident.

All night, this soft rain from The distant past. No wonder I sometimes Waken as a child.

Sometimes we make duaa for a door of dunya. When it doesn't open, we cry. Not realizing that Allah has instead opened a door of jennah for us.