“And the memories of all we have loved stay and come back to us in the evening of our life. They are not dead but sleep, and it is well to gather a treasure of them.”

“The true definition of mental illness is when the majority of your time is spent in the past or future, but rarely living in the realism of NOW.”

“The house gulped in a big breath of fresh air, like some frantic drowning thing breaking the water’s surface and gasping for life. It had sat unopened for so long, suffocating in the silence, it’s memories blanketed by a thick layer of dust.”

“But for a moment, standing there with Tariq in the sunlight, it was as though those years had never happened. Her parents deaths, her marriage to Rasheed, the killings, the rockets, the Taliban, the beatings, the hunger, even her children, all of it seemed like a dream, a bizarre detour, a mere interlude between that last afternoon together and this moment.”

“Why be trapped in time? Why count the days?Why worry if you are getting older or looking younger?When authentic beauty is timeless and true love is eternal;And the fond memories in your heart are for ever.”

“If a relationship lasts longer than 7 years, you are no longer girlfriend-boyfriend. You are family.”

“Take a moment in between breaths to let yourself see what’s left to be seen, all the places you’ve been. Your old haunts. I pass by them every day, and after all these years I’ll find myself wondering if they’re just facades, like the saloon fronts and gun shops of an old ghost town set. As if I can poke my head inside the doors in the light of day and see nothing but framed out rooms and sandy floors, existing for no other reason than to give structure to who I used to be.”

“How incredibly exciting this one meaningless thing can be, this life of yours.”

“I’ll see you in my dreams.”

“Thoughts become dreams. Dreams become reality. Reality becomes words. Words become stories. Stories inspire thoughts.”

“I’m the bridge jumping friend parents warned you about.”

“Sometimes even a thousand waves hitting the shore continuously one after the other also can’t erase few footprints on the seashore.”

“The distance of time’s separation brings us remnants of memories so ancient that most are lost in the mists of illusion…”

“Ben Hanscom… feels the wall of time grow suddenly thin; some terrible/wonderful peristalsis has begun to take place. He thinks: My God, I am being digested by my own past.”

“Memories are aches; they are the laughterSmiles of time flee to seize the hereafter”