Deep Thoughts Quotes

I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are good people and bad people. You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides.

The father of doubts has a son of knowledge.

I've often heard it said, a preacherMight learn, with a comedian for a teacher.

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Reflections in the heart are more pronounced than those we view in a mirror.

I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first seethe person they truly are.

I know he wasn’t perfect…But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.

It's the problem with mistakes, they tend to linger.

A kiss….….. is just a kiss….Until it’s all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

the ocean mist engulfs me, like a lifetime’s friendship honored.

Give me the strength to lead, for I fear otherwise we may hang ourselves.

The welkin is blue yet in agony,The air and the water has made a pair,As the love was unfaithful and the earth has to suffer, until the time goes backwards.

The hands of fate keep time on a heart-shaped clock.

what ismore beautifultears, in someone’s eyesfor meor in my eyesfor them.

It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.

How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

The center of my sins stuck behind a blocked door, circled by hollow deeds spread on my lifetime’s floor

Winter is going ,but who knows spring will come or not !

If you're in a war, instead of throwing a hand grenade at the enemy, throw one of those small pumpkins. Maybe it'll make everyone think how stupid war is, and while they are thinking, you can throw a real grenade at them.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us.Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought…‘I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man’.And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I’d known…. I would have searched for you endlessly.If only I’d found you before it was already too late.

It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again.It was the look that gave him away.I’d know that look anywhere…It used to be my everything.

There comes a time when we realize that our parents cannot save themselves or save us, that everyone who wades through time eventually gets dragged out to sea by the undertow-that, in short, we are all going

The child is more individualised than the adult, the patient more than the healthy man, the madman and the delinquent more than the normal and the non-delinquent. In each case, it is towards the first of these pairs that all the individualising mechanisms are turned in our civilisation and when one wishes to individualise the healthy, normal and law-abiding adult, it is always by asking him how much of the child he has in him, what secret madness lies within him, what fundamental crime he has dreamt of committing

I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.

Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. except maybe a little colder….But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.

I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

We do not create life, we create death.

It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

All what is existing already existed. We are together for a while pondering in agile world.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air…. touching your skin…… Saying goodbye….The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

When I got untethered from the comfort of religion, it wasn't a loss of faith for me, it was a discovery of Self.

Life shouldn’t be measured in hours for the vagueness in which they exist, but moments; moments are memorable and we could easily say that a short life filled with a stock of extraordinary memories is worth a thousand times what a long, boring and loveless one is.

How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.

Fear and hopelessness washed over her. She was looking her own mortality in the face, and it was a horrifying thing to do.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.Love Always,The girl you loved once.

Wow, that is so deep.'He meant it, of course.'You're really real,' he added breathily. 'Say something else.'I decided he wasn't worth punching, and walked away.

All that they lacked was the gift that descended upon the chosen disciples at Pentecost, in tongues of flame; symbolizing, it would seem, not the power of speech in foreign and unknown languages, but that of addressing the whole human brotherhood in the heart's native language.

One of the biggest challenge in life is to see things for what they are instead of what you want them to be.

These dreams are disappearingSpeak and be misunderstood Or be silent and goodand as how far as it lookThese dreams are disappearing..Put hopes in a box and tieIt's either protect it or dieMaintain the truth or talk a lieThese dreams are disappearing..Mountains of gold and a lovely cata house by a lake and a lovely chata day in paradise and all of thatThese dreams are disappearing..Chase a purpose of life and doand be the one you wanted toand be with who have always wanted youThese dreams are disappearing..Run in pace and catch the sunRaise a family and have a sonBuild a home, not only oneThese dreams are disappearing..In daily wars like on regular basesIn daily problems a puzzled mazes In daily issues and complications These dreams are disappearing..Nothing is lost but nothing is healingAll is gone and all is leakingSome hope to hold on to and keep dreamingAlthough these dreams are disappearing...Ahmed Adel Hassona

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

She avoids deep thought like an empty restaurant, not out of stupidity, but a canny resolve to be happy.

Though life has fated that we never cross paths again, don’t ever feel alone. For we are parallel …. and I will always be by your side.

i am permanentlytannedin the summer of poetry.

Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

She wondered If I had woken up, would I have smelled his sadness, his desperation, and his detachment? His death, her breath. He told her once, she remembers, these two words have no other rhyme but each other. If she could go back, she thinks -- She would open her eyes, instead of her heart.

You are either the person you were or the person you are, eventually you have to let go of one

And stay, my dearstay...forever, as my quiet song,in my lilac dawn.

But how sane can the mind really be if it doesn't even know its own depth?

Look athow deeply flawedwe areand yet capable of lovingso perfectly.

If you're waiting for the right time...Time never comes, Time only goes.

Some express, some write and some just feel it.

Good. That is it. You will see with your hands, I promise you.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge.I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness.I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did.I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them – from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs…..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you … with no contact at all.

We are all crazy enough to hear the voices but not strong enough to listen

He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

I don’t think you ever really understood….…. All the love I had in the world went to you.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.