~ To love is to cut open your heart willingly and let the life bleed out of you, slowly and painfully.
— Fiza Batool, Why My Heart Throbs
“Even though my mother has a heart lined with marshmallows for me, she never refuses anything that I say.”

“With a lure in his heart he walked towards it, and felt the light of the sun upon his cheeks, and a masterpiece was ready in front of his eyes, yet he himself had become one.”
