Best 27 quotes of Aditi Babel on MyQuotes

a man was found floating dead in the San Francisco bay. a note in his pocket read: I won't jump if someone smiles at me today.

And now when I delete your iMessages, they show up in an 'Archive'. They live on in 'The Cloud', floating somewhere up there in space. It is hard to move on with the knowledge that somewhere up there in space: we are alive amongst the satellites.

And we don't point our fingers at the leaves; we don't curse at the sky. We do not ask them why they are as they are. We do not sit them down on dirty chairs in detention rooms in crowded airports and make them feel inferior; no. We tell our children: Climb trees. Reach for the sky. We accept strong wind and summer breeze; why do we discriminate against our own species?

as I'm bundled up in blankets and I begin to feel cold: will you keep my heart warm?

fire turns to flickering spark; I don't know if we'll last the dark; I tell you now to walk away; nobody can get me to stay

Growing up; the world was a tablecloth upon which countries were set like placemats; and I played Musical Chairs around the dinner table.

he collects porcupine neckties; keeps them in a box under his bed. she collects stars from the night skies; and lets them go with every word she says.

I am a calm stream, and you are the rushing sea that I merge into.

I don't know: if heaven has an ocean.; or if hell is an inferno of flames. All I know: my blood starts to glow every time your lips say my name.

I don't know how to care for you and care for me simultaneously. I don't know how to love you out loud without losing myself in the sound.

I don't know where 'home' is. I don't know which place I liked best. People ask me if I felt sad to leave those schools behind: those people behind. I have never known anything else.

I have come to learn: I will always get the love I think I deserve.

I remember that summer we walked up the hill, sat atop on the rocks with time to kill; we let sweet red wine set us aglow, then four drunken eyes watched the sunset show I felt the colors enter my veins: warm light-pink shining golden rays; if there was a hue for happiness, I'm sure I saw it with you then

I think, home is a feeling. I think it is the overwhelming reminiscence: looking out of an airplane window as you descend onto land you have lived and loved on before.

I think of you and think of love; when all I knew to do was run; though this is now and that was then; I know I'd do it all again

Now he's got me hooked and hanging on a fragile thread; How I overlooked the ending: he just wants me dead. I can't let go, he's got control; I'll never be so foolish again to fall in love in love with a fisherman.

Now I have been a resident of a small English city for four years and here even the strangers are familiar. I am settled and it is unsettling.

Our hearts are restless. We have both been parched for years, and I am your first sip.

some days: I feel I am a gray cloud raining misery. some days: I feel I am not worth my silver linings.

something about the sound of rain on windows keeps me warm. when I remember all those times: slow dancing under storms

the sun rises from the sea; and sets out to work at night, the wind turns into a breeze; just when the time is right. the earth orbits the sun; and falls in love with the moon. I feel myself come undone; after a merry-go-ride with you.

things will happen as they should. what is meant to be will always be good.

what are the titles of the books on your shelf? what do you think are your greatest flaws? what do you do on the days you hate yourself? or do you never feel that way at all? if I fell for you: would you fall with me too?

you came over every week to touch me; traced my body with your tongue till we saw sunrise; and we ate burgers in bed naked; watched The Bee Movie; talked philosophy; sipped red wine; played catch with an orange; I asked you to tell me all your secrets.

you curve into my body parts; you spoon me like a question mark; I see the end before this starts; I'll leave again and break your heart

you curve into my body parts; you spoon me like question mark; I see the end before this starts; I'll leave again and break your heart

you made it crystal clear; you don't want to be here. why are you still knocking on my door? the season has changed and I'm still trying to displace your presence; still trying to erase your essence. you left your belongings for me to discard. my sheets still smell like the walls of your heart.