The tears, when they come to some men, are worse than beatings. They're wounded worse by sobbing, men like that, than they are by boots and batons. Tears begin in the heart, but some of us deny the he...
The more you try to be like someone else, the more you find yourself standing in the way.
The moon, our lonely sister, filters pain and harm from sunlight, and reflects it back to us safely, free of burn and blemish.
The heart doesn't know how to quit because it doesn't know how to lie. You lift your eyes from the page, fall into the smile of a perfect stranger, and the searching starts all over again. It's not wh...
The force is always with you, if you give up force,
The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and
The burden of happiness can only be relieved by the balm of suffering. -Farid
The best revenge, like the best sex, is performed slowly, and with the eyes open.
The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of a destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legends say that the loved one is instantly r...
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way,
So when will be the time to get on the train?I think.....a little bit almost quite very soon and not long.
Silences can wound as surely as the twisting lash.
Silence is the tortured man's revenge.
She was the most beautiful woman I’d ever known. It was the beauty of a desert at dawn: a loveliness that filled my eyes, and crushed me into silent, unbreathing awe. Looking
Prisons are the temples where devils learn to prey. Every time we turn the key we twist the knife of fate, because every time we cage a man we close him in with hate.
People haven't stopped believing in love. They haven't stopped wanting to be in love. They just don't believe in a happy ending anymore. They still believe in love, and falling in love, but they know...
None of us lie or guard our secrets when we sing, and India is a nation of singers whose first love is the kind of song we turn to when crying just isn’t enough.
Most of us pretend, with greater or lesser success, that the minute we live in is something we can share. But the past for every one of us is a desert island.
Men reveal what they think when they look away, and what they feel when they hesitate. With women, it's the other way around
Men lie, to themselves more than to others, and to the others more often than they tell the truth.