True love is not a hide and seek game: in true love, both lovers seek each other.

Keeping the door that leads to your heart ajar is destructive as univited guests would move in and trample on your feelings, leaving you in great pains, but closing it always is a sure way to spot out the destructive and innovative guests.

Always try to come back to your senses when in love, because that's the moment you become almost carried away by sensuality and sentiments.

It is difficult to love someone who loves you, but easy to hate someone who loves you, and love someone who hates you.

True love is jealousy in disguise: A man cannot restrict his lover from going to the club because he hates her, he actually hates the men who would come around and touch her.

A little inhumanity does not describe you as heartless, rather, it is a way of telling others that you have a heart that can get angry.

When someone comes around at that dreary moment, when all hope was lost, and thorns emerged. And that fellow, walks on that thorn just to cross to your side, to bear the pains for your sake, to bleed, to self-destroy himself, just to protect you. He places you above his priorities, and doesn't give a damn whatsoever taunt he receives, his foremost desire is to make sure you are save, feel loved and cared for, and that's the true definition of love.

Your emotions will wander like a vagabond when you're indebted. Those happy moments with friends will soon be interrupted with a frowning creditor in your sub-conscious, and all your frenzy will be taken aback.

Don't cry for the dead, for the dead is deaf, dumb, blind, lame, unemotional and dead.