Harsha Rathore

“My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours”
― Kinky Friedman

“A man is about as big as the things that make him angry”
― Winston Churchill

“Loneliness is the poverty of self; solitude is richness of self.”
― May Sarton