Quotes by Faraaz Kazi

There is no home as comfortable as your fathers arms and no bed as soft as your mothers lap.

Envy is a much natural byproduct when your childhood isn’t the way it is supposed to be

The growth of my love story had been gradual but my success had always existed and both coupled together formed a deadly combination that was detrimental to our love. I wanted people to love me. She wanted them to leave her alone.

A smile doesnt always stand for a perfect life.

I wish there was a word more than ‘love’ itself to convey what I feel for you.

I could take back those moments that snatched you away from me or maybe just wipe away those ten minutes when you came to me for the first time and I looked into your eyes to realise what love is.

Rahul had wondered how someone could love their beloved so much that their dedication to them became one of the wonders of the world.

The grip of her eyes is so hard that he can barely breathe. She entices him to crash into her and explore her depths. But he is already soaked in different waters.

In every laugh, he hears her, in every tear, he sees her. Not a mere reflection, the complete her.

I want to be the WHY behind your happiness.

Perhaps that is the real surprise of love; it exists, but one may not attribute causes and effects to it. The existence may appear to be a mere fallacy to the minds of some, and by the time they realise what hit them, they would already be down and dead.

People dont change, they come closer and closer to who they really are.

There is not much left to see in this world if one sees her once.

Her melodious laughter sounded like the distant tinkling of soft bells and he stored the sound in her temple- his heart.

We are all searching for someone whose demons play well with ours.

Some people are going to leave, but thats not the end of your story. Thats the end of their part in your story.

I fell, she laughed. I fell hard, she laughed harder. Seeing that I kept falling till I fell in love.

Love? he asked himself, giving no sense of recognition for that word in the dictionary of his mind. It was the only battle he had lost in life, the only thing that had been snatched away from him, before he could even claim it.

The pain would not leave him. It came to him like the tide that hits the sea.

How could he maintain the apology in his eyes without getting carried away by her cherubic innocence?