Faraaz Kazi Quotes

We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.

He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.

I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.

Little did I realise how much I would miss those ten minutes, those ten minutes in which I lived an entire lifetime.

There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.

Some people are going to leave, but that's not the end of your story. That's the end of their part in your story.

It was as if the rare joy that had formed in my heart was replaced by a pale shadow threatening to engulf me at that very moment. Victory didn’t matter now. She did!

It's love when someone can touch you without using their hands.

That’s what I’m trying, sir… getting my life.

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.

But cocks aren’t supposed to lay eggs...” Sahil said, trying to untangle himself. “...they’re supposed to fertilise them.

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.

It’s just the love for her in my heart that is morphing into this madness and how can I run away from it? Sometimes I want to when I can’t bear it anymore, but where will I go?

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

The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.

Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.

But a cock does not enter a hen… it enters a…meow-meow!

He stopped his act to take a snapshot of that instant he would so treasure- her delightful laughter that could make him do anything, anything at all, in the world and beyond!

Grief embraced him and welcomed him back, showering tears upon his arrival.

Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.

A minute teaches me sixty different ways to think about you.

Our love is the reason romance was created.

Today many of these selfish politicians are preying on the nation itself – (belching corruption and farting discontent!)

I wonder if I could take back every 'I love you' ever said to you, would I do it?

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.

What kind of songs do you like? she asked."The ones that remind me of you," I said.

Fate, they say, fate- the clay that molds the events of your life, and it was the same fate that had thrown the stone of her heart on the building of his expectations. But then wasn't it his fault that he had constructed the building of glass? Hadn't he failed to cement the bricks of his love with trust and colour them with security? There was no insurance for broken hearts, no ointment for wounded souls and there would never be one, he knew.

He took the last seat, as usual, a subtle reminder of what he was and what he had become.

I didn't know that there was a thin line between ignorance and arrogance.

How strange it is that the house of these hedonic stalwarts is filled with all the luxuries of life, right from plasma televisions to Swiss bank cheque books. So how will they notice the tonnes of food grains rotting in the northern belt?

He noticed that she threw away the crumbled bus ticket on the street as soon as she got down. He picked it up and put it in his pocket along with his own a memorabilia of their first date together, just like a strand of her hair he would find later on his shirt and the broken pen cap that she would go on to search in the laboratory and so many other such small things which he would collect.

It was like watching a movie being played on the blank screen of his mind; the only difference was that he did not get bored, no matter how many times he watched it.

All the good times evaporated like naphtha, the moment some air of misconceptions touched it.

Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be

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

Our lives are defined by fear from the very time we are born to the time we bid adieu to this material world.

Why crawl like a caterpillar when you have the wings to be a butterfly?

Why wish for something that will never be? It ends in nothing but heartbreak. We wish, then we think about how things would be if our wishes came true. And we feel happy thinking about those things. But then we wake up and realise that our wishes don’t have wings. And it hurts because all the happiness that we thought of, was never real. Hold on to what you have, try to find your happiness in what is, rather than what should or could have been.

Love never comes with a brochure of rules and regulations, a prospectus with guides of what is acceptable and what is abominable. It’s a standard to follow your heart, and that’s what I did and if doing that hurt you, then I’m sorry… sorry for coming in your life and wasting your time, for causing you an anguish so great that you could not bear the sight of me. Today, I am proud to stand up and honour myself and proclaim to the world… yes, I loved someone more than myself. I loved someone truly, madly, deeply!

When you love someone, you become immune to the hurt they cause you. You don’t love hoping to get something in return, you love because you have to. In its extreme form, it is a need to give, not a need to get.

Beauty is the only human aspect which cannot be captured on any canvas howsoever hard an artist tries. At the most, the undaunted artist can replicate the beauty on paper but what is a replica in comparison to the original! The humbling resemblance can only be respected, not truly adored. Beauty cannot be imprisoned in the lens of a camera. The images of beauty are a moment of its essence. Beauty cannot be displayed to evoke pleasure for all on a cinema screen. Those are just its imprints, mere illusions of its existence. Beauty cannot be described by words; it cannot be written or read about. There are no suitable words in all the languages of the world, ancient or modern to hold it between a paper and a pen or a script and an eye. Beauty can only be experienced from far, its delightful aroma can only be tasted through one’s eyes and its pleasurable sight can only be felt from the soul.Beauty can only be best described at its origin through a befuddling silence, the kind that leaves one almost on the verge of a pleasurable death, just because one chooses beauty over life. There is nothing in this world to hold something so pure, so divine except a loving heart. And it is the only manner through which love recognises love; the language of love has no alphabet, no words.

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

Life goes on... with or without you.

In that one moment, I wrapped a thousand others. A lifetime of joy, sorrow, laughter, frowns, smiles, tears... life!

One half of me is a hopeless romantic. The other half is well... just realistic.

She turned around to look at me with her enchanting gaze that further pierced my heart; a look I would never forget and I would retain till perpetuity and think of it always whenever she came to my mind. And that is not going to be a few times, if my heart is to have its way.

A smile doesn't always stand for a perfect life.

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

Sometimes we don’t have a choice in where we come from, but we can definitely choose where we go from there.

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.

The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

Seeing her cry still made me feel the same way it did earlier.

My trust in you was like the small child’s; who, when thrown in the air, expects to be caught, but you dropped me down, and not a moan escaped my lips.

Trust is the base for all relations. If it breaks, then it’s not easy to rejoin. It’s very easy to say ‘I don’t trust you’, but the pain these words cause is immense.

If I had a choice, I wouldn’t be here… I wouldn’t be anywhere.

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.

He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul.

The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.