Best 23 quotes of A. G. Stranger on MyQuotes

A man is nothing without a family, however great he might seem.

A writer's greatest pain is reading his own words that once meant everything but as time slid, became a hollow shell of what they used to be. It is like watching your babies blooming and then withering to death in your lifetime. You still love them but the pain outweighs that love until both fade slowly into forgotten memories. You move on but every once in a while something evokes your words, your babies, unburies them from a supposedly forgotten past. And everytime, your insides scream from agony, begging your heart to let go. "I can't", the heart whispers but "I'll share the pain", he adds.

Beauty is the antidote to life.

Beauty that the eyes can see and let the soul stand impassible is an illusion.

Being different is good insofar as it brings parts of ourselves that we didn't know they were there in the first place.

Death is for life what the dark is for light. None has a meaning without the other.

Death is the truth that melts frozen hearts.

Happiness is having the freedom to do what you love.

He pictured the smile he would have drawn on her lips had she read his words, had her heart kept on beating for one more day. He was perching on the edge of his town jetty thinking about the memories he had with her there, as a droplet of his tears became indistinguishable amongst the ocean of water beneath his feat.

His eyes were deeply entrancing, in a dangerous, luscious way and he had them on her as if he coveted her more than anything or anyone else in this world. She sensed his gaze falling upon her time and time again. Her heart pounded more than it should and her cheeks picked-up a seemingly perennial red tint. She wondered whether he thought of her as a mere other pray to feed on its heart or there was something special to that look he shackled her with.

I'll show you worlds you never knew they existed. I'll hug you and you will forever feel protected. I'll kiss you and your wounds shall be mended. Dare you embark with me on a journey of love, for you, I created?

It was insane how his love made her relish her youth more than ever. But then again that day she felt very old for the same reason.

Love is artists' foremost muse.

No form of art is greater than the art of living.

Poetry is what you turn to when nothing else works.

Seeing a gem like you surrounded with rust is what makes this heart mourn.

She seemed so vulnerable and in her vulnerability there was some exotic kind of beauty that dragged him away from the mundane world to another unidentifiable one. " From "He wrote Lily

Some moments are beyond the power of time for some feelings affect us for life and some pains never truly heal." From He wrote Lily.

Sometimes, dreaming is in and of itself an act of rebellion.

Somtimes he'd smile. Other times, his eyes would tear-up. And quite often, he'd do both in that order. Memories should not be considered as mere creatures of the past for sometimes, they affect our present even more than our present itself.

So she opted for silence and hoped he'd look into her eyes and find the answers to all of his questions. She always believed that the eyes hold all the mysteries of their carrier and if they are well-read magic can happen." From He wrote Lily.

There is still light if one searchs. You may feel engulfed with layers of gloom. You may feel as if you've been sinking in a sea of despair ever since the beginning of your time. But, there is still light if you pay attention. It may not be splendid. It may be a mere scintillating shimmer. However, quite often, that is all you need and all of what your pieces have been craving to taste.

We love some people so much that we offer them the chance to destroy us time and time until they finally do." From He wrote Lily.