Far from the maddening crowds,Love leaves a trail;If you take my name, I shall comeLeaving behind all my veils!
Treat me like a rare first edition of your favourite novel.
She was seriously in love, but she never made demands.
You should do that more often, he said. Laugh, I mean.I know. But that sounded sad, and she didn’t want to be sad, so she added, I don’t often get to torture grown men, though.Really? he murmured. I w...
It feels like forever, like he's lived through the same things as me, like our lives ran parallel for years until last week, when they finally intersected and fused.
I will not tell you our love story, because-like all real love stories-it will die with us,as it should.
I don't know, it's stupid being 20, she said. I'm just not ready. It feels weird. Like somebody's pushing me from behind.
Everyone has their love story. Everyone. It may have been a fiasco, it may have fizzled out, it may never even have got going, it may have been all in the mind, that doesn't make it any less real. Som...
Don't do this to us. He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done.
It rained today. You sat with me. We listened to the pit-patter, felt the cold breeze and got drenched in countless emotions. We didn't say a word to each other. Today, 'words' were mute spectators of...
We all have a " someone " who we carry in our hearts sometimes for an entire lifetime. That one that just doesn't fully remove itself from your journey, reminded at coffee shops through scent and char...
Love must face reality, if it is to surviveJumping in the Puddles of Life
I told myself a thousand times every single day I needed to forget you. I forgot to forget, and I forgot what I told myself" From "The Jasmine Tree: Love in the time of revolutions
Thus many a melody passed to and fro between the two nightingales, drunk with their passion. Those who heard them listened in delight, and so similar were the two voices that they sounded like a singl...
And then it dawned on me that the greatest love stories in the world never have happy endings.
What are we doing? Are we talking? Are we having fun? Are we building, destroying, remembering, or forgetting love?
I don't expect anything from you. One day you'll marry a different person, will make children and one day you'll completely forget me.. But I don't expect anything from you. Not even a single call or...
when you see me i see you
I am digging the grave of love , skeleton not found till now , Just the rotten smell . R v sure it exists ?
Love the wife of your youth. Never abandon her.