“Chimerical words, the words were written,Some are wasted; some are still on the page,Tattered words, the words were written,Some are young, some are aged,Gloomy words, the words were written,Some a...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”

“After all these years, all I know is, I need not to do anything as a part of remorse.All I need is to write.Because,'Poetry forgives.”

“Words are never frail. They have all the powers to change the personality and features of a man. The way he relates and depicts the things are based on the words he discovers. At one point where wo...”

“You know what is the problem with trust??It really stops the conversation, because you take the things for granted,Things value less to you because you know that, that thing is going to be there fo...”

“If others tell us something we make assumptions, and if they don't tell us something we make assumptions to fulfill our need to know and to replace the need to communicate. Even if we hear somethin...”

“You can'tassume i'min bad shapejust becausei've run out ofthe energy toimpressyou.”

“I had just heard tales that the Valkyrie were large warriors, akin to Amazons.If youre the sole survivor of an army attacked by us, are you going to say we had our asses handed to us by petite, nub...”

“If, years later, I do use the slit detector to observe which way the electron went, it will mean that many years earlier the electron must have passed through one slit or the other. But if I don't ...”

“You lost your son, but reality he is alive, my father I lost him I know on 99% he is dead if this is faken okay, I will know that he is alive, but who knows?? I haven't met him after I lost him, yo...”

“Someone needs to drag you kicking and screaming into this century.”

“I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears and sweat. We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what...”

“His pen spoke more to her than he ever did.In the war of words, some are unwritten and some are unspoken.”

“How might I get over this? How would I be able to overlook the way he used to be with me? How could I overlook that his fingers touched my indiscernible soul before it twisted my nipples? How might...”