It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

Yesterday, she shed tears, keeping her head on my shoulders. And I think she's not going to be fine because I know she won't. Because a couple of years back, I wasn't.And when you know that you've fallen hard on a cold ground and are still lying there, what do you tell others who are taking the fall?You close your eyes. You accept to lie there a little longer. But I lie on my bed now, and it's a little too warm today.

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life...

Someday I will pick up shells of every colourAnd probably even rob the sea of its wonderYet I won't find a single pieceThat'd resemble the broken pieces I gathered years agoThinking those grains of sand were whole

You're back where you swore yourself you wouldn't beThe familiar shackles you can't tell from your own skinYour head's under water when you learned to swimOn a road to hell, congratulations, you're free...

Life isn't about falling in love as much as it is about learning to get over hatred..

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn't be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present.