Quotes by Avijeet Das

Most people dont know what they want in their life! What an irony their life has become!

Whenever I feel sad, I just take out my phone and listen to her laughter recorded in my online messenger.

Neither can you explain yourself to me. Nor can I explain myself to you. You have your sadness and I have mine.

Any man can grow a moustache and a beard! And this does not make him a man! What it takes to be a man is to help a needy person, stand up for the innocent, and lead ones life in the most courteous, dignified and sophisticated way possible to a man.

There was too much at stake for him not to attempt it! He had to win! And he had to win big!

Sometimes saying goodbye may be the best thing to say to someone!

Never stop when you are tired. Stop when you are done!

There was something in her eyes! Her eyes were expressive and from the first day that they met, they spoke to him a million things! He could know which night she had cried, which night she had slept peacefully and which night of hers had been spent in complete sleeplessness.

The water was still. The mountains moved.

Magic : when you create something from the materials around you to astound and make the audience say Wow. Magic happens on mundane days. It happens when you least expect it. It brings a spark to our drab and monotonous days.

A little attention, a little kindness, a little thoughtfulness are worth more than all the wealth in the world.

And I keep wandering in search of a nothingness...

Moments spent alone make us realize the value of our own thoughts. Value your solitude.

The tender breeze felt my loneliness. It brought me your fragrance.

Poets and writers dont live either for money or for fame. And even without any recognition for their work they keep on writing!

Because I have an ideal to live up to. And I cant fall down in my own eyes!

My favorite symphony is the silent song of the night!

We finally realize this one day that our solitude is a blessing for us!

In the quagmire of feelings and emotions that engulf us on our drab and monotonous days and starry, resplendent nights, the ones that bring back past memories hold a special place, almost a unique pedestal, in our hearts! The distinct fragrance of nostalgia that serenades us in our minds is incomparable and is akin to a feeling of ecstasy. A feeling that hovers in our minds for a humongous period of time, one that takes us to leviathan heights in the midst of chaos and cacophony. It is as if we found a new elixir that rejuvenates us and makes us spring back into life.

A writer observes. A writer records for posterity. The moments in the transience of the labyrinth of time that would go unrecorded otherwise! A writer records for value. A writer records for sentimentalism. A writer tries in earnest to carry the emotions and sentiments that make us what we ultimately are. For what are we? Empty spaces in an atom!