Sanhita Baruah quotes:

People are going to break promises, and they will have every right to till the point you realize that you don't change plans based on someone else's words.

He wanted to be so many people all at the same time. He feared to be a nobody.Only years later did he realize that all he knew was what he didn't want to be - a disappointment.

It is not as much about who you used to be, as it is about who you choose to be.

I couldn't find my cup of tea.So probably, I've been simply taking a sip from everyone else's cup. May be it shouldn't matter as long as there is tea to drink. Or should it?

You will never get everything in life but you will get enough.

The fact that you made worse decisions in the past shouldn't be an excuse to make bad decisions in the present.

It will be foolish not to get your heart broken, even once.For having a broken heart makes you realize the immense capability it possesses to mend and heal itself and to love far more intensely,with every affixed piece of it that was once broken and torn apart

You realize you've forgiven people, your past and yourself when you don't speak bad about them anymore, even if you're encouraged to do so, even if you remember you were once brutally broken because of them... you just move on, let go, let them be and let yourself be...

I'd rather be not the light in your lifeThe bright day might make me obscureI'd rather be the cold darknessFor it remains, unseen, uncertain and unsure

I think one can tell a lot about a person from the way he chooses to let the stub of his cigarette burn out...

I loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.

Life isn't about falling in love as much as it is about learning to get over hatred..

My world is a million shattered pieces put together, glued by my tears, where each piece is nothing but a reflection of YOU.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life...

So when they win, it's their hard workAnd when they lose, it's their bad luck

Sometimes, you don't get what you want the most... At other times, you're just lucky.

And truths, these days, are spokenThe same way promises are made,With gritted teeth and crossed fingers.

Do you have a shoulder to cry on?Someone who would listen to your deepest woes without judging you?Or is it just you and the image in the mirror?

To write is to reveal oneself.When I write something, fiction or non-fiction, I do not expect you to accept what I write, nor to agree with what I propose.I expect you to spend at least a tenth of a second to think about it - may be not about the characters, nor about the piece, but at least about the idea.

For grief has always been so dear to you that you would make me writhing in pain in the brothel of your imaginations than to be playing with a bunch of balloons in the yard where I should have been.And may be that's why, you'd rather talk to me about this, than to write a story about me where I could live happily.

Attraction is often mistaken to be love. If you're in a relationship doesn't necessarily mean you're in love. And what do you do when that ephemeral attraction is long gone? What people call break-ups are nothing more but the realization that you didn't love them at the first placeShouldn't you have been more careful before making those empty promises?

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn't be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it slowly passing by taking each of my tardy breaths with it as it walked out of my life

Life isn't about falling in love as much as it is about learning to get over hatred

In the midst of the vagaries of life, they provide us a trip to the land of goodness and fairies, of imaginations and possibilities.A childhood that wasn't spent watching cartoons or reading comic strips, no wonder, seems too dull to imagine.

Often the most tricky questions are the ones we secretly know the answers of.What are you running from?What are you waiting for?

Let it rain on some days,Let yourself shiver on some cold nights, So when it's Spring you'll know why it was all worth going through.

But sometimes, when she'd be all by herself, walking home late in the evening on a crowded street she'd be afraid of her own shadow following her...

And then what's the whole point if you're harsh to those who love you and soft to those who don't care...

Because there are a million thoughts that never sleepand a million more that wake up as each second passes by...And it's insanity insidebut I can no longer keep quietOh, I can't speak as wellI need to writeI have to write...

There's nothing more unattractive than a man who blames predestination for his own failures and a woman who blames men for her own vulnerability...Blame thyself

Congratulations.You've just been demoted from the "pity" sector to the "apathy" sector.To check the validity of this offer you can ask if anyone cares.To cancel your subscription, go get a life.Thank you.

Often it feels like I am breathing today only because a few years back I had no idea which nerve to cut...