Life is a journey. We hear it often. Do we care about the intermediate destinations? No, we are sleeping and dreaming. If this is true, how can we pursue life as our journey?

We feel that we don't have luck with us and everybody does at a particular moment of time. Whereas, when we do, we forget to notice that the others don't.

We try to befit after we fall, we outsmart after we are fooled, we overcome after we are dropped, we go the extremes only after we experience the extremes.

Our whole life passes asking only one question to ourselves, “I did the same or more hard work than the one standing on top of my field. Why wasn’t I chosen for it?

You are always attracted towards what you can't be or what you are not or what you will never be.If you don't know who you are, just know who you aren't. Simple Introspection.

The grass on the other side will always be greener.But, you will want to go on that side to check how green your side was.

Life plays a role of oxymoron. You can't predict the actual sense of it unless you feel it.

Admit it. You can't have everything. You can't do everything. You can't be everywhere. You are not omnipotent, you are mortal.

It's all about money. Sometimes it is merciful, sometimes it is magnificent and sometimes it is moderate

I still have your wrist watch but I couldn't hold the time still.

The greatest fear of my life turned into the most relaxation moment when I realized ‘I am not alone in this.

The less you move on the groundthe more the world moves around.

When two people love one another, they fight the world together, not each other "~ Levon Peter Poe

It would be a great advantage to some schoolmasters if they would steal two hours a day from their pupils and give their own minds the benefit of the robbery.

I would like to say, however, that a man might be walking around lucky and not know it unless he tries.

Women are part of the constitution.

I don't care how good a song is. If it holds back the storyline, stalls the plot, your audience will reject it.

My own best books have not been published. In fact, they've not even been written yet.

One who is injured ought not to return the injury, for on no account can it be right to do an injustice.

Memory is the treasure house of the mind wherein the monuments thereof are kept and preserved.