Himanshu Chhabra Quotes

If you trust, I'm the Truth.

There is no loss bigger than losing your manuscript, not even love.

She wore her scars, and looked as best as she could. He made her comfortable and removed them one by one. She stood bare in front of him. He kissed her naked soul and tattooed a promise on her skin

People are gonna leave anyway, because those who stay are not people, they are family.

They say a writer is not a single person, it is a bunch of characters. What I learned from life is that everyone is a bunch of characters, characters who live and die within us. The moment I was raped, many characters in me died. I lost most of my characteristics. Several new characters were born, one was rage, second was a lifelong unhappiness and third was the fear of helplessness.

Day must be an exciting friend, but night is a truthful one.

Time is a place where most of the relationships get lost. And, the ugliest part is that there are no lost and found boxes. There is no hope that you might get it back.

Through the veil of Love, one finds the heaven on Earth

We don't lose people, they just slip down like sand through the loop holes we have in ourselves.

My lips are like camera for her, whenever I click her with my lips, she smiles.

Sometimes not looking for something is the best way to look for it

The only thing that science cannot discover is that we all have an unconscious Heart just like an unconscious mind. There comes a moment in our life when our mind and heart says one thing but still we do the other one because in our heart of hearts we know what we want. It is just that.. that we are still unaware of it and the unconscious heart knows it all.

Two easy steps to be a good writer:1. Don't write what everyone is writing.2. Write what everyone is trying to write.

Love takes just a moment, it is the ego that takes days, months and years.

Taking someone for granted is same as checking the strength of a boat by making holes in it.

Expectations are the rumors we spread inside us.

She wore her pain like lingerie, only who loved her enough, got to see it.

Moments never wait for anyone, slowly the new moment pushes the old moment back and then it never comes back. That's what makes them precious.

Only the wool of present will knit the sweater of memories that will keep you warm in the winter of your life.

It hurts because there is no alternative to Love.

Her today's silence is the unheard shouts from past that you never listened.