Her Quotes

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

That was the thing about her. When you told her about an incident where you so badly screwed up, half expecting her to laugh at you in amusement, half anticipating a smirk of disgust, she would hardly express her pity or maybe she did express what she felt, for she would just nod her head, gesturing you to go on... As if it's normal... As if you're normal.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk. 

To stand a storm and get blown away by her whisper.

LIFE IS A JOURNEYTO FIND THE PEOPLEWEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

Maybe I was crazy about you. Maybe I was just crazy.

Red's had her day. It's time to give pink a go.

Her presence incites madness within me and yet it calms me.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

A virtuos woman is not moved by big names and flamboyance, but only men of profound wisdom and integrity move her.

I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.

For a man he get his own ship and his own strong wind, but he cannot stop missing all the passing breezes that never come again.

Her love was old but her methods were original.

Yes You Are!Like the Blossoming rose,Like the Rays of hope.Like a deer in the forest,Like an athlete full of zest.Like a lamp in temple,Like the life feeling ample.Like the feel of the dawn,Like the grace of the swan.Like the melody of sitar,Like the rage of guitar.Like a group of angels in the sky,Like the pot that makes you high.Like the peacock's dance,Like she is the romance.Like the silent talk,Like the wine from Medoc.Like the colors of life,Like the music from the fife.Like the calmness of the cold windLike the beauty of the hind.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

The speech of God’s beautiful woman is a fountain of life to those around her.

When a writer's heart is filled with the music of her soul, her words sing.

She is that maze,the one you would love to chase.She is the faith,quite missing nowadays.And her heart is a rave,with hopeless barricades.She is the one,whose tears flow,just as lavishly,as her laughter roars!

If I was asked to write a poem about her. Every word I use would end up, being her name. And it would still sound so beautiful and breathtaking to me in the end.

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.

There’s too much risk in loving,’the young boy said,‘no,’said the old man,‘there’s too much risk in not.

When it comes to love we are primates breaking stickswhile pointing to our hearts.

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

There's something about her.It's not her smile or grace,It's not her beauty or race,It's not her scent or warm embrace,Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.No, that's not the case.It's just her.

As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

Failure to put the relationship on a slower timetable may result in an act that was never intended in the first place. Another important principle is to avoid the circumstances where compromise is likely. A girl who wants to preserve her virginity should not find herself in a house or dorm room alone with someone to whom she is attracted. Nor should she single-date with someone she has reason not to trust. A guy who wants to be moral should stay away from the girl he knows would go to bed with him. Remember the words of Solomon to his son, “Keep to a path far from her, do not go near the door of her house” (Proverbs 5:8). I know this advice sounds very narrow in a day when virginity is mocked and chastity is considered old-fashioned. But I don’t apologize for it. The Scriptures are eternal, and God’s standards of right and wrong do not change with the whims of culture. He will honor and help those who are trying to follow His commandments. In fact, the apostle Paul said, “He will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear” (1Corinthians 10:13). Hold that promise and continue to use your head. You’ll be glad you did.

It's only through sheer force and luck that she's yet to take over the world.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

When she smiles at you, you will feel like the whole world in yours. If you really love her; else her smile wouldn't matter.

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

But perhaps she has given me the strength and the madness to write about the things that I once desired so long to put against the world.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry. 

Let Death Bless Me With You

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

The prettiest girls shine brightest in the dark. 

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

The past is just a story we tell ourselves.

THE RIGHTPOEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO.—ATTICUS

Looking at her always reminded me of a rose that was dripping blood. I always felt it was drawing all the life from inside. Just to look beautiful on the outside.

It's a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart

EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

At times he felt that he had almost rather not be in love with her, for it brought him no peace. What was the use of it, if it was only going to be painful?

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

To all those who care, You can't forever. Time steals the years,And your reflection in the mirror.But I can still see the story in your eyes, And your timeless passion that’s never died.While your skin became tired,Your heart became strong,The present became the past,And your memories like a song.And though the moment at hand is all that we have, You’ve taught me to live it like it is our last.Since two words don't say ‘thank you’ the way they are meant to,I'll try all my life to be something like you.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

Tracey hurriedly shut the door behind her to prevent the flames that had been licking hungrily at her caboose all the way down the corridor, from following her inside. Then, almost falling into one of the gravity couches, she hurriedly strapped herself into it before punching the emergency release. She hoped the escape system still worked. It did. The explosive dead-bolts fired, shaking the pod loose, dislodging it from the rapidly disintegrating wreck, just about shaking the crap out of her on its bone-jarring way into the great wide open.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often. 

If someone had problem with me, they had to find what it is, similarly if I had any problem with someone, I need to find out myself then only problem solves. Otherwise the problem will become the cause of break up in any relationship.

Villainessa Tittel was a hired killer, an assassin by trade. She had enjoyed the best education and had been trained by assassins who had (until then at least) been considered the best in the business. She had turned to ‘cleaning’ as an occupation because she really enjoyed endings more than beginnings – and anyway, she didn’t need to know her mark’s entire pedigree or life’s story, or to have some kind of facetious moral justification just to collect her fee. Unsurprisingly, when she did read – on those rare occasions – her books were always dog-eared from the back.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

I loved those eyes , even though they never saw my pain ,I loved those ears , even though they heard my stories