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“Every time she was broken, she had to grow again a bit more to join back her broken pieces. In the end, what entered her life exactly fitted into the space that was created because of all her growth and healing till now. She didn't understand whether what she received came to her because she had created the space that was exactly necessary for it. Or she created that space inside her because something in her always knew what would be arriving for her in her life. But in the end, everything made sense, and it was all worth it.”

“I began drowning that day, wishing for a hand from above that would pull me out of this ocean. But the hands came from beneath. Those hands pulled me to the middle of the ocean and ripped my chest apart. They replaced everything that existed in there so that I could breathe inside that ocean. So that I could survive. But soon, my prayers were answered. The hands began arriving from above, too, to pull me out. That's when I began cutting them down, one after the other. I began destroying the only thing I had prayed and wished for since that day.”

“And I sowed the seeds of elixir and poison next to each other. The plants that sprouted began entangling their roots and grew into gigantic trees. Each tree bore a different fruit, and each fruit tasted differently. What would happen to you when you consume that fruit that would differ every time, like its taste? Some have met death in the most beautiful ways, and some have become immortal in the most cursed ways that can exist. But above all, the one who died didn't really die. The ones who became immortals aren't really living.”

“To get out of that quicksand, she needed validation, and she sought it the most in the world than anything else. Every time someone she knew passed by and looked at her, she would say everything that led her to get stuck in that quicksand. And every time someone blamed her for getting stuck or would just pass away without acknowledging her story, the quicksand consumed her a bit more.”

“I still remember the day I felt heartbreak for real. It felt like I was alone in here, and every sound that I made echoed. Even my silence too. My home didn't feel like my home anymore. I had lost the sense of the beginning and the end. I wanted that feeling to end with the beginning of something beautiful, but it felt like the end of something beautiful and the beginning of something catastrophic. That day, I met my demons the way I had never met before, and I wished not to be in their presence again. But that was the day I realized that once you meet them, then there is no returning from there. I tried to escape things I didn't understand, forgetting that I can't escape from the things that I can't name. I wanted to ruin and destroy everything that made me feel that way, but I knew that those were the only things that were unimaginably beautiful and also mattered at that moment. That moment took my pieces away. The ones that I would never get back. The ones that would shake all my understanding of myself and my reality. That was the moment that changed me irreversibly.”

“It feels like someone tore away the other half of the book that I was reading. Probably, I might never get that other half again. I might spend my whole life trying to comprehend how this story would end. But while I hold this half, and read it, I end up seeing a different ending every time. While some of these are worse, and some are beautiful, they all manage to leave a void, which I'll never be able to explain with my mere words. Which makes me wish for that other half of the book even more.”

“For everyone out there, who is watching your loved ones dancing with someone else, for the songs that you had written for them. Remember this. Not everyone can come up with beautiful compositions. It takes a heart that knows no boundaries, and a soul that shines with a light, that can make even the gods go blind. They took away your song, but not your soul. Start writing the new ones, and you will eventually find someone who will sing every song written by you, beautifully, and only for you.”