Occupation: Author Birth: November 10, 1987
The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrime….
It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands..
I inhale loneliness like it is the sweet smell of virgin earth conquered by fiery rain drops. Within me, I'm a thousand others..
Whenever the cloud of ego threatens to engulf me, I remind myself of my roots. It helps keeping my feet on the ground..
His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solida….
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..
Love me, even if it's a lie. Leave me yet never say goodbye.
It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one t….
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did..
Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know w….
There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap..
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from..
Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story..
Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be..
I wish there was a word more than 'love' itself to convey what I feel for you..
It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt h….
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief..
Love never comes with a brochure of rules and regulations, a prospectus with guides of what is acceptable and what is abominable. It’s a standard to ….
One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic..
Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the o….
Beauty can only be best described at its origin through a befuddling silence, the kind that leaves one almost on the verge of a pleasurable death, ju….