Your mind is like a tunnel that has no end, and a baloon, that even too much air cannot burst.

We do not owe any soul, except that which played the most vital role in our lives.

The stupidity of gossips is that they become frightened when they see your face, and a little word from your mouth makes them vibrate like an electrocuted criminal.

Hope is like air if not built on a fertile ground. A ground that requires attention and nurturing. You cannot stop working on that ground even if the hope is sprouting higher into the sky.

Nobody wants to know how you feel, yet, they want you to do what they feel.

Buy a gift for a dog, and you'll be amazed at the way it will dance and swerve its tail, but if don't have anything to offer to it, it won't even recognize your arrival; such are the attributes of fake friends.

I imagine the whole universe moving into hell because of licking God's candy.