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.

His mind scolded him for his stupidity and urged him to forget her but his heart had no justifications for its stand. It remained unmoved, its solidarity unaffected, its arrogance still holding.

Not watching the path where his legs took him, he walked on because he knew he had to walk ahead, leaving his past behind.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

It was not one folly that Shakespeare talked about. If Love truly is but a myriad of follies then I have committed them all, that can mean only one thing - I loved her truly, madly, deeply!

There is no home as comfortable as your father's arms and no bed as soft as your mother's lap.