Attributed No Source Quotes

“Happiness grows best in the soil of contentment.”
― Tim Fargo

“This love is hard core. Let's make it soft porn.”
― Arzum Uzun

“It is better to be hated for what you are than be loved for something you are not.”
― André Gide

“Tell me a story. Be my storyteller.”
― Arzum Uzun

“I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body ”
― Seema Gupta

“Love is breathing each other with all madness”
― Seema Gupta

“What did the Romans say? “De gustibus non est disputandum”: It is worthless to discuss personal taste. It is called 'personal' for a reason.”
― Massimo Marino, Daimones

“For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding...”
― seema gupta

“Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings”
― Seema Gupta

“Love is when unknowingly I am moving to a world of no return, Where my desire and your fragrance together burn
all your thoughts in canvas of my mind and soul
turns in to a masterpiece as my life's aim and goal
looks I am taken over and over away by you
showering in me as a rain of you and only you”
― Seema Gupta

“Love is An invited deal for losing peace”
― Seema Gupta

“Divine love"

"Don't Leave me,
ONLY
To carry my body
on my two feet
I need you”
― Seema Gupta

“No level raised without reading, is like a body trying to live without breathing.”
― Ilias Oumarri

“Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.”
― Seema Gupta

“I don't know anymore, whether it's a curse or a blessing to see the beauty in the ugly. Growing up simply and getting old complexly. I now see reason behind sin, and love behind pain.”
― H.T. Martin

“Love is like a bird, they flies everywhere, its free, but its hard to trust someone where they like to stay.”
― Erico Quiambao

“She was beauty and intelligence stitched together with no seams
She lived in a world with no difference between reality and dreams
Excellence as habit, she was much more than simple flesh and bone
She walked in the way that forced her presence to be known
If I viewed the world in melody, she is the only one I would see
She could conquer that world in a day and still have time for tea
Soft lips curved in confidence spilling sweetness with every breath
Ideas remaining and growing even after the revolving dance of death
Fingers curled with the power of creation and the ease with which it came
She sat upon a throne as a queen playing the world like a simple game
She was fire, and laughter, and the warmth both of them brought
She made the idea of perfection appear as a simple afterthought
Her body danced with the tidal currents of marvelous desire
She could reach the sky in a day and then push on even higher
She was the best getting better, the absolute antonym of threshold
The words she wrote were gilded, laid heavy with amber glow gold
She was one of very many, and yet, she was the only one of them all
Her taste made my mouth water, her effect hit me harder than alcohol
She was quality, and substance, an actual angel in every way real
Her word was solid, it was a better guarantee than a devil with a deal
She was better than just human, more like power that has taken shape and form
And I the lucky one who holds her close, feels her heartbeat quicken like a storm”
― H.T. Martin

“The scribbles in my notebook are a reflection of you. Every line holds your name. Every paragraph a feature of yours I love. Each page is a memory of moments that took my breath away. Of times when I laughed more than my lungs would allow. My notebook is full, but I always knew only one would hardly contain all of you.”
― H.T. Martin

“She was small. Her shadow moved in the dance of chaos before her as the inferno blazed behind her and licked the sky with its many tongues. She clutched an indistinguishable toy with both arms tightly. Her face was serene. Her eyes shone with courage more immense than the surrounding flames. She was small, but at that moment, I've never seen a bigger person.”
― H.T. Martin

“I think I feel it
The nimble, fleeting emotion
That novels and authors desperately
Try to convey in ink and heart blood
Whose shadow festers in the loins
Of teenagers and their insatiability
The hidden thing none of us can see
Yet we all disagree what it looks like
If only it were love... simple, infinite love
But this was more, this was bloodshot madness.”
― H.T. Martin

“He accepted new ideas as readily as new trends. Knowing those worth it would last and the lessers will pass.”
― H.T. Martin