Instaquote Quotes - Page 2

Words fail to describewhat i feel anymore.Let me be numb for a while,let me be sore.

She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.

She had the power to change the world but she couldn't save the one she loved.

Love left us long back,we just got better.You at pretending,Me at hiding.

She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never ignore.

If I lived a million lives, I would've felt a million feelings and I still would've fallen a million times for you.

Your greatest dreams will always slumber within the vicious depths of fear.

The best kind of humans are the ones who stay.

I have loved this world in ways it could never love me back.

A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.

We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.

I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.

To love is to soar in the wild unexpectedly.

Maybe love was meant to save us from ourselves.

Destruction wasn't when you chose to destroy me.It was when i let you.

To be human is to be broken and broken is its own kind of beautiful.

The more I learned the less I felt I knew you and I got lost counting stars, I fell dreaming. Sometimes I’d wander away. Maybe I wasn’t ready or maybe it was just a hard time to love. You always reminded me of home and I could never fathom the reasoning behind your smile. Perhaps one day, if we believe enough, we’ll find our way.

Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.

It's okay darling,creative people are called crazyall the time.

Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.

I am no one's to be claimed,I belong to me.

I was lost for too longbut when i found you,i could feel it in my bones.You were my home.

She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.

Excuse me, I feel interrupted and I think I've overdose from the idea of loving you.