She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

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.

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known.

Someone once told me that they didn't like me very much. I smiled and replied, "That's okay. For a long time, I didn't like myself either.

In so many ways, segregation shaped me, and education liberated me.

And then there is our personal history. Memories only we share. Things not another living soul would understand.

There cannot be any true leisure until all the world possesses it equally.

If you look at Japanese film, it is made up of collage or bricolage, it is made up of lists, and suddenly when you stand back from the lists you begin to see the pattern of a life.

The beginner should not be discouraged if he finds he does not have the prerequisites for reading the prerequisites.

The world is open for play, that everything and everybody is mockable, in a wonderful way.

The characteristic of Chaucer is intensity: of Spencer, remoteness: of Milton elevation and of Shakespeare everything.