As a part of Your Quote Family
in these times of crisis for not only
Your Quote but for the budding writers
as well as suggested by the founders
of YQ, I wish to give 1 year premium
to 3 fellow budding writers.

Criteria for Selection:

1. Writer can be from English or Hindi genre)
2. Open to everyone. (Doesn't matter when you joined YQ)
3. Must write one quote each on War, Love, Depression, Anger, Horror (Any 3 of them)
4. Must tag me in the post and use the hashtag #resurrectedsingh
5. The deadline to submit your posts is 03.09.2021 i.e Friday till 12 Midnight.

Last but not the least 5 writers apart from the above-mentioned 3 will be gifted Monthly Premium.

I hope you enjoy the process.

All the best !!

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Some writers are like children
They may not have the vocabulary
They may not have the deep knowledge
They may not use beautiful metaphors
But they have the zeal to learn things
They feel the responsibilty to question things
They have the heart to feel other's pain
And they will find a way to express their feelings
They may not be perfect
But they are pure and innocent
Like the beautiful stories that children tell

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In between the dilemma of our sufferings, often we forget that the treasure of our happiness is in there in a corner of our soul....the only hunt is to find and cherish them rather than preserve it for later.

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I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively,
Passionately,
I would write to
The maddening hunger,
I would write
Every evil and good
Thought
Every bad and sad
Moment
I wish I could
Write my heart out.....

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Things happen for a reason and don't happen for a better reason. If things are going in your favour, its pretty good but even if they are not, just go with the flow. The good things will come back to you in the most unexpected way n at the most unexpected time. Life can't be good always but neither can be bad too. Just dont be wrong at your end and you will have your peace always.

PS: हर किसी पर विश्वास मत करो, पर ऐसा भी ना करो कि किसी पे भी विश्वास ना करो।

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~ The mother was at the microscopic level. People didn't even know she existed. In her only cell, a unique fire started burning. She sacrificed herself by dividing and gave birth to small buds. These buds got seperated and matured into prolific writers.
The mother's sacrifice remained immortal in their writings.— % &

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That is the problem with love,
Once you start loving someone
There is no undoing it..
It's a free fall
None of anything makes sense
Only the burning desire
To be with them.

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आर्ध रात्रि में, सुनसान सी चांदनी में
शब्दों का हाथ थामे बैठ जाती हूं मेै,
ओर फिर क्या भटक जाती हूं ख्वाबों कि गलियों में,
कर लेती हेै अपहरण मेरा ,
ये मेरी कल्पनाएं ,
और फिर क्या कैद पाती हूं मैं खुद को अपनी ही लिखी कविताओं में.....

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The world🌎which you see👀 is a reflection💥of within🤷

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Will u be my secret diary? A girl asked

Yes!

YourQuote responded to be her world of words...

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