Why do I have the feeling that everything has been made especially for me, and that everyone owes me something?

Depending on the consequences of an action, it will either be rewarded or punished.

It is necessary to break through the shell of ignorance in order to progress from mere Matter to Spirit.

When your inner voice grows increasingly louder your life edges closer to insanity.

A lover wins the heart.
A poet steals it!

What glitters outside is dark inside.

His on stage shows were like a moonlit rainbow, rare but spectacular.

One who has "fallen" in love,
can "rise" in devotion.

For the less capable intellectually, life is a plain struggle, continually.

The same struggle assumes complex forms of description for people endowed with varying degrees of intellectuality.

In God's dreams, we are the ephemeral characters.

The mind of this master, being as broad as an ocean, did not respond even when a torrent of desires entered it, just as ocean water never spills onto the land even when mighty rivers empty their waters into it, non stop.

When his love was rejected, he vented his rage by penning romantic songs that only served to entice others to fall in love with him, but he cooly shrugged off their overtures.

Years of contemplation.
Mind is unaffected,unchanged.
Death by strangulation.
Strangulated soul is set free.

When one's grip on life begins to slip, one begins to wonder if the things on which one's name is written are indeed his.

The blue sky vaporized and disappeared from view in his poetic fantasy.
Earth had gone bald, resembling a wide-mouthed vessel devoid of beauty and poetic inspiration, when viewed from above.
When he was jolted out of his fantasy, he was met by a night sky dotted with stars  continuing his nightmare for a little longer.

In the cosmic mind, my mind is a solitary neuron.

Genius dead is not genius.

His comments, which were cloaked in philosophical connotations, successfully masked his murky past from his trusting and gullible followers.

A poet gains popularity when he acquires an ability to use words in his poetry that would appeal to both philosophical and non-philosophical readers.

My brief friendship with you is akin to cooking my favorite dish; the flavor lingers long after it has been cooked.

Your fate is not sealed yet.
The cover is still open.

The carnival will pass through this street;
Simply step aside and observe,
if you have no desire to participate in the Jamboree

There was no relief from poverty for the householders who were deeply troubled by his rigid adherence to austerity.

The beleaguered householders, however, began to taste the nectar of joy as the accidental friends in his life dragged him down the path of deviance.

Peace yearned for someone to shatter it, to reveal its other side.

The Scriptures declare the truth.
But the learned Scholar doesn't.

Is it ;

Breaking the news
       Or
Breaking the peace?

He makes it possible because he is willing to lose himself in the task.

His music re-energized those who listened to it, but for him it was a way to express his anguish over life's hardships.

He considered every activity of life as a lifeless ritual, excluding birth and death, over which he had no control.

His rapid mental breakdown terminated his interactions with the outside world, but  devastated the lives of his dependents.

In the physical world, ideals don't exist.

The war room brainstorming resulted in an acrimonious rift between war proponents and opponents. It saved humanity from extinction for a short period of time.

Ignorance is the gateway to knowledge.

The most arduous part of a soul's  journey over the vast ocean of creation is transiting through the human mind.

For me, life is nothing more than a battle to end the day and night, as long as it takes.

One who renounces the future lives happily in the present.

All his attempts to reset his life were in vain, as teething problems from unexpected quarters arrived in his life, at regular intervals, as if they had booked a date with him.

He remained calm always because he never allowed worldly matters to seep into his private mental space, which he had reserved exclusively for divine contemplation.

His mind would jump out of his eyes whenever they focused on objects of interest.

My philosophy of life is simple:
Live happily every day.

I'll come like a humming breeze if you call me in hushed whispers.

He couldn't seem to draw close to either God or humanity. He lived an
in-between existence.

The thing will finally arrive when you loose sense of what you've been waiting for!

A Genius is one who can transform ordinary ideas into brilliant actions.

In the play he directed, each character had a personality trait that allowed the audience to view different but mostly negative features of his personality.

He abandoned the society since he found it to be nothing more than a collection of people with opposing viewpoints.

He discovered the actual meaning of life when life was shrunk down to him.

The sirens of ambulances carrying bombing victims lulled children to sleep. Mothers, many of whom were widows, were torn between mourning or thanking the deceased.

When a devotee writes entirely about God and keeps his own identity hidden, he is exemplifying devotion.

Green color enveloped the nature.
Air covered itself in mist.
Sky played hide and seek with clouds.
Mesmerised people looked on all three elements of nature in awe.

What do you have to offer me? Aside from newly-draped stories from the past glorifying the sacrifices you had made to unworthy people.