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“People are gonna leave anyway, because those who stay are not people, they are family.”
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“She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin”
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“Just like Seasons, People Change. But the difference is, once gone, seasons come back.”
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“My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.”
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“Loving someone is not an easy task... you always find your eyelashes wet.”
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“I am a Pen & I am born to Write.”
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“Never trust a writer. They are too good at making Stories.”
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“I lost my sleep somewhere to live my dreams.”
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“Day must be an exciting friend, but night is a truthful one.”
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“She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.”
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“Taking someone for granted is same as checking the strength of a boat by making holes in it.”
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“Moments never wait for anyone, slowly the new moment pushes the old moment back and then it never comes back. That's what makes them precious.”
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“They say a writer is not a single person, it is a bunch of characters. What I learned from life is that everyone is a bunch of characters, characters who live and die within us. The moment I was raped, many characters in me died. I lost most of my characteristics. Several new characters were born, one was rage, second was a lifelong unhappiness and third was the fear of helplessness.”
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“Maybe that's why they call it 'falling' in love, because everything that falls eventually breaks.”
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“Her today's silence is the unheard shouts from past that you never listened.”
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“Only the wool of present will knit the sweater of memories that will keep you warm in the winter of your life.”
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“Dreams are like gift wraps, they make your present more attractive & beautiful.”
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“Then I realized to whom I belonged was never mine.
That day, this world became the Earth for me.
People became creatures from the science book,
Heart became the Pear shaped instrument that pumps blood and hope became the only myth out of all the lies said by the life about living....”
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That day, this world became the Earth for me.
People became creatures from the science book,
Heart became the Pear shaped instrument that pumps blood and hope became the only myth out of all the lies said by the life about living....”
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“Through the veil of Love, one finds the heaven on Earth”
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“Love is the flow of wind. When it stops, you feel suffocated.”
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“Two easy steps to be a good writer:
1. Don't write what everyone is writing.
2. Write what everyone is trying to write.”
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1. Don't write what everyone is writing.
2. Write what everyone is trying to write.”
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“There is no loss bigger than losing your manuscript, not even love.”
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“We are always young to know the story of our lives.”
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“Love takes just a moment, it is the ego that takes days, months and years.”
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“The only thing that science cannot discover is that we all have an unconscious Heart just like an unconscious mind. There comes a moment in our life when our mind and heart says one thing but still we do the other one because in our heart of hearts we know what we want. It is just that.. that we are still unaware of it and the unconscious heart knows it all.”
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“If you trust, I'm the Truth.”
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“It hurts because there is no alternative to Love.”
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“Do you read books?” Dr. Weiss asked her in one of her session with him.
She nodded in acceptance. Her lips were stitched with the thread of agony and isolation. She spoke less and when she was asked for anything. She used to nod.
“They are escape, aren’t they? When I was a kid, I used to believe that the cover of the book is a door. You open it and go inside. I still believe that and the kid in me is still alive.” Dr. Weiss walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book.
Her eyelashes were heavier. The lower part was much more lighter than upper one. It had the comfort to leak down all its pain to the cheeks. The pain that could be evaporated.
“You are reading this book,” He put a book on the glass table. It came in range of her eyesight. The book was titled “Depression.”
He continued, “Or, perhaps, you and I, we both are in a book and someone is reading it on its couch, bed, in mobile or in train. Maybe after 15 pages the reader who has glued his eyes to this book may find that you are out of your depression completely. Look at the reader out of the page, look how curious he is. I would keep my mouth shut now, else it would get to know the whole story.”
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She nodded in acceptance. Her lips were stitched with the thread of agony and isolation. She spoke less and when she was asked for anything. She used to nod.
“They are escape, aren’t they? When I was a kid, I used to believe that the cover of the book is a door. You open it and go inside. I still believe that and the kid in me is still alive.” Dr. Weiss walked to the bookshelf and pulled out a book.
Her eyelashes were heavier. The lower part was much more lighter than upper one. It had the comfort to leak down all its pain to the cheeks. The pain that could be evaporated.
“You are reading this book,” He put a book on the glass table. It came in range of her eyesight. The book was titled “Depression.”
He continued, “Or, perhaps, you and I, we both are in a book and someone is reading it on its couch, bed, in mobile or in train. Maybe after 15 pages the reader who has glued his eyes to this book may find that you are out of your depression completely. Look at the reader out of the page, look how curious he is. I would keep my mouth shut now, else it would get to know the whole story.”
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“Every writer at least once in his/er lifetime creates a character who loves books.”
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“Then I realized to whom I belonged was never mine. That day, this world became the Earth for me. People became creatures from the science book, heart became the Pear shaped instrument that pumps blood and hope became the only myth out of all the lies said by the life about living.”
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