“ What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits o… Sanhita Baruah
“ Picking up the pieces of a shattered dream is better than having no pieces to pick up at all. Matshona Dhliwayo
“ And because you not always can keep your eyes shut there comes the real trouble--the heart pain--the world pain. I tell you, my friend, it is not good for you to find you cannot make your dream come t… Joseph Conrad
“ Down below people were clipping by going nowhere fast. You could feel the long despairing history of the place. You could actually hear it, a low hum like the buzz of a sick bee that resonated with th… Sol Luckman
“ Please don’t tell me, it was less painful than a broken backbone, a forgotten poem, a lost home. Khadija Rupa
“ She didn't want to be reminded of her past or how different her present was from the future she'd taken for granted. Freya North
“ I didn’t want a story—a beginning. Not anymore. I have long ago stopped walking on a road where my dreams walk around. I change my destination a hundred times if I ever see an old wish of mine standin… Khadija Rupa
“ I've heard you say so many a timeThat I know just the right words to say, just the right lines to rhyme...Today it's been 7 years since we last metI have learnt to say just the wrong words, just the l… Sanhita Baruah
“ She awaits the rain like a writer embraces metaphors,A drizzle isn't for the child who dances in the storm.Of rain that washes away the petrichor it brings,A downpour of a hail of bullets, and she cal… Sanhita Baruah
“ You write poems with your fingertipsAnd I keep listening to the songs written on my skinBy some distant dream, similar wordsBut the verses never meet... Sanhita Baruah
“ Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I'm afraid to be happy. I shouldn't be happy. If I'm happy without you does that mean I've told you goodbye? Donna Lynn Hope
“ My life had become a puzzle - its pieces scattered about like paper in the wind, with no one there to chase them but me. Meredith T. Taylor
