The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

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

Remember, someone, somewhere in some corner of this somewhat big world, is out there crying if you're unhappy and is happy if you are! And you know who that someone is!

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!

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.

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.