Quotes for the Broken Heart
If I can make such beautiful memories with the wrong one
I can't wait to make memories with the right one...
Someday the good morning text will be from someone else
The morning kisses will not be reserved for you
I will turn over to someone else at 2am in the morning
Looking into his eyes just to see a picture of me
In that moment our memories will be made
We will be a something you could never be for me
The most beautiful moment in a kiss
Is after it's all over
When his taste still lingers on your lips
And you can feel his breath mixed into yours
Your eyes smile yet your lips are motionless
Your breath runs fast and your heart beats hard
And you can hardly hold on to yourself before you kiss him again
It's easier to stay away from people that you dislike
But it's harder to keep them in your life and hurt them with your goodness
Place the stake but hold your cards
You never know when might be your best chance
The roughest rivers leave behind the rarest river rafting memories. Life follows the same principle. The tougher the path becomes, the more value the destination attains. This is what I have learnt in my years of teenage, the beginning of my river rafting journey. In the beginning of life, we are pampered by people around us just like the guides on the rafting boat that keep directing us and coaxing us to do right things. But as the journey proceeds we are left to do things on our own. By the time we reach the destination, something I saw my own mother do, we are left with memories and lessons, the most important being that however hard the journey may be, it's is the journey that's matters in the end.
It's like..in a relationship or any relation for that matter ...sometimes we associate some song to that person involved and it's like that special song...dedicated tot hat relationship...but then when things turn bad or the relation ends...that song is just something we don't play as often...we don't delete it because it's special...but we don't play it either because that song reminds of so many memories...But over the years we forget about such things and eventually we start playing the song again and now the song reminds us of sweet memories that we had forgotten...
It's sad that the people we spend Diwali with change every year.
1) I am six. In a different country, amidst a different culture but celebrating a festival that is unique in that country. There is dad, mom and my three year old brother. Diyas all over the house. Happiness everywhere.I am seventeen now. And things are no longer the same.
2) I am 8 now. Once again in a different country but the festival is no longer unique to this country. It's more common here. There are more people to celebrate with than the past.
3) I am 11 now. I am celebrating Diwali with my mama and grandmother. Grand dad is no longer with us yet we feel his presence always. There is mom, my brother and me. There are diyas and lights but life is still ugly.
4) I am 15 now. Last year of school. My first kiss. I spent the past two Diwalis and this one too with school friends. Guests changed over the years. Number of guests reduced. From a batch of all girls to a batch of 5 boys and 4 girls - we all changed and so did Diwali.
5) I am 17 now. I spent the Diwali with two girls who mean so much to me. I ditched the people who had ditched me in my past and with whom I had celebrated my Diwali some time.
6) I am 19 now. I spent the Diwali in a place I had never imagined, with people I had lost touch with. Some people have left my life, but a lot more have become a part of it. The fireworks and rangoli are still a part of my celebration. Life seems more beautiful
It's funny how things change with time. We never know what lies in front of us; where we might be even exactly a year from now. we never know which people will no longer be here the next year with us.
Diwali stays and is celebrated each year but as every year passes there are an increasing number of people that I lose. These are the people I miss more than I should.
Diwali is an Indian festival of lights
I can't wait to make memories with the right one...
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Someday the good morning text will be from someone else
The morning kisses will not be reserved for you
I will turn over to someone else at 2am in the morning
Looking into his eyes just to see a picture of me
In that moment our memories will be made
We will be a something you could never be for me
***
The most beautiful moment in a kiss
Is after it's all over
When his taste still lingers on your lips
And you can feel his breath mixed into yours
Your eyes smile yet your lips are motionless
Your breath runs fast and your heart beats hard
And you can hardly hold on to yourself before you kiss him again
***
It's easier to stay away from people that you dislike
But it's harder to keep them in your life and hurt them with your goodness
***
Place the stake but hold your cards
You never know when might be your best chance
***
The roughest rivers leave behind the rarest river rafting memories. Life follows the same principle. The tougher the path becomes, the more value the destination attains. This is what I have learnt in my years of teenage, the beginning of my river rafting journey. In the beginning of life, we are pampered by people around us just like the guides on the rafting boat that keep directing us and coaxing us to do right things. But as the journey proceeds we are left to do things on our own. By the time we reach the destination, something I saw my own mother do, we are left with memories and lessons, the most important being that however hard the journey may be, it's is the journey that's matters in the end.
***
It's like..in a relationship or any relation for that matter ...sometimes we associate some song to that person involved and it's like that special song...dedicated tot hat relationship...but then when things turn bad or the relation ends...that song is just something we don't play as often...we don't delete it because it's special...but we don't play it either because that song reminds of so many memories...But over the years we forget about such things and eventually we start playing the song again and now the song reminds us of sweet memories that we had forgotten...
***
It's sad that the people we spend Diwali with change every year.
1) I am six. In a different country, amidst a different culture but celebrating a festival that is unique in that country. There is dad, mom and my three year old brother. Diyas all over the house. Happiness everywhere.I am seventeen now. And things are no longer the same.
2) I am 8 now. Once again in a different country but the festival is no longer unique to this country. It's more common here. There are more people to celebrate with than the past.
3) I am 11 now. I am celebrating Diwali with my mama and grandmother. Grand dad is no longer with us yet we feel his presence always. There is mom, my brother and me. There are diyas and lights but life is still ugly.
4) I am 15 now. Last year of school. My first kiss. I spent the past two Diwalis and this one too with school friends. Guests changed over the years. Number of guests reduced. From a batch of all girls to a batch of 5 boys and 4 girls - we all changed and so did Diwali.
5) I am 17 now. I spent the Diwali with two girls who mean so much to me. I ditched the people who had ditched me in my past and with whom I had celebrated my Diwali some time.
6) I am 19 now. I spent the Diwali in a place I had never imagined, with people I had lost touch with. Some people have left my life, but a lot more have become a part of it. The fireworks and rangoli are still a part of my celebration. Life seems more beautiful
It's funny how things change with time. We never know what lies in front of us; where we might be even exactly a year from now. we never know which people will no longer be here the next year with us.
Diwali stays and is celebrated each year but as every year passes there are an increasing number of people that I lose. These are the people I miss more than I should.
Diwali is an Indian festival of lights
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If I can find the one right face for me amongst those hundreds that I know
I can find one good reason to hold on amid thousand reasons to let go
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