“Relationships are like walls painted off-white and every time you’ll hurt me, it will be like resting dirty shoes on them, like bashing holes in the walls, one after the other. And then there will come a day, where the walls will be filled with so many holes, that there wouldn’t be any place left for you to place the tiniest kiss. Only then will I walk away for good.”

“At the end of the day, you should try to remember that it's not about the number of followers you have or the numbers of likes, comments, and shares your posts are getting.It's the number of people who will be present in the hospital room when you fall terribly sick.It's the number of people who will remember your birthday like they remember their first name. It's the number of people who will invite you to celebrate Christmas or new year's eve.It's the number of people who will actually show up to look at your newborn child or to bless your newly bought house.It's the number of people who will actually cross an ocean to see your face.It's the number of people who will wipe your tears when one of your parents passes away.It's the number of people who will make a slightly larger than a thumb effort to be there for you.”

“Be your own solace”

“Now that your eyes are open, make the sun jealous with your burning passion to start the day. Make the sun jealous or stay in bed.”

“Perhaps your notion of relationships is different than mine.You want something that would be a long term safe bet. I don't believe in that. I don't believe in eternity or safe bets. I believe in the unavoidable now and that the unavoidable now in the condition that it is pure with the best intention is eternity in itself.I want to love you and to feel your love as much as this is possible, as far as this takes us, and I hope it will take us far.”

“And I will remember how we made the sun blush every morning.”

“It was the moment I heard your laughter. The moment I heard us laughing, two cascades in the middle of a desert, careless and uninhibited.”

“There is a hole in the heart called "absence". You live in it my dear.”

“He says "You are my property" and I feel relieved. After all, no one wishes to shatter what he owns.”

“You are the Arabian stallion that neighs on the crossroad of my heart ache covering me with the dust of my own ardor.”

“Like a tenacious ivy, your presence clings onto the drab wall of my existence. Cling harder onto me love, like a blood sucking bed-bug who is never satiated.”