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.

Those who were afraid of the dark and always refused to throw themselves inside it. Never got to see and feel how beautiful it is, to meet and greet one's own demons.

The day when the fire that we had lit in our minds reaches our hearts, we will start turning every person that we come in contact with into ashes. We become the ghosts that we always feared.

When fears are screaming in your ears, try to hear the whispers of your faith and run into that dark path. That is how you reach the paradise.

She asked him, to name the monster that he is most afraid of always and looked into his eyes in silence. 'I see him every time whenever I stare into your eyes.' he replied.

The day your heart fills only with fear and insecurities, everything you see becomes the ghost that you were always scared of.

May the fire in your soul, burn down all the fences and walls which this society is trying to build around you.

When the people whom we love the most leave us, we start learning to live with the shadows they have left inside us.

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.

In the daylight, order ruled, fences stood, how-do-you-do's and polite nods were the recipe. But at night, darkness rendered everything still and hush and secret. Minnie was a curator of secrets.

Blessed is the heart that does not collect resentments and often dwells on them.

The trouble with life is that we lead it forwards and understand it backwards.

The beginning of anxiety is the end of faith and the beginning of true faith is the end of anxiety.

I want to have enough space to, I don't know, think thoughts. I mean, I just - I don't know that I'm capable of having an exciting, profound thought every week that's worth a column.

Everyone should be good at what they do.

Mercy is not what every criminal is entitled to. What he is entitled to is justice.

Writing is a supernatural thing.

I encourage people to pick up small habits like taking a walk after meals... we've become way too sedentary. Just move!

I sing the body electric.