Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

Eye contact is way more intimate than words will ever be.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

Beauty can only be best described at its origin through a befuddling silence, the kind that leaves one almost on the verge of a pleasurable death, just because one chooses beauty over life. There is nothing in this world to hold something so pure, so divine except a loving heart. And it is the only manner through which love recognises love; the language of love has no alphabet, no words.

Competition was as much as respecting your opponent's work as introspecting on your own.

I eyed her like a thirsty traveler in the desert looks at a pail of water.