The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.

Why crawl like a caterpillar when you have the wings to be a butterfly?

Sometimes we don’t have a choice in where we come from, but we can definitely choose where we go from there.

Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be

In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete 'her'.

The worst defeat of all is to surrender without having been defeated. And it is Christmas that obliterates both.

You look at the history of any sentient species and what do you find but tableaux of violence and slaughter. It’s finger-painted on the ceilings of caves and engraved into the walls of temples.

Death wins nothing here, gnawing wings that amputate––then spread, lift up, fly.

Life is death. Death is Life. teach the deserving. Teach with Passion. Learn always. Assume Nothing.

For everyone knows that a girl cannot live on chicken cordon blue alone.

Science moves, but slowly, slowly, creeping on from point to point.

So do you want a turd sandwich or a turd sandwich with mustard. I'd go with the mustard, but still, it's a turd sandwich.

Prose is when all the lines except the last go on to the end. Poetry is when some of them fall short of it.

God's decisions are always mysterious, but they are always in our favour.

Where Example keeps pace with Authority, Power hardly fails to be obey'd.