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

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

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

Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they realise what hit them, they would already be down and dead.

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

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

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.