I must indeed abide the Doom of Men whether I will or nill: the loss and the silence. But I say to you, King of the Numenoreans, not till now have I understood the tale...

He can smell his cologne, his shampoo, and something else — he can smell the boy’s own scent, something bittersweet.

She smiled. She was happy, yet sad. Life had never been more bittersweet. She looked at the sunset. The pink sky was sinking into the deep blue ocean. It was almost as if the sky...

Saving you was worth losing what we might’ve had.

A penny for my thoughts, oh no, I’ll sell them for a dollarThey’re worth so much more after I’m a gonerAnd maybe then you’ll hear the words I been singin’Funny when you’re dead how people...

Our sweetest songs are those of saddest thought.

And the pomegranates,/like memories, are bittersweet/as we huddle together,/remembering just how good/life used to be

The sharp knife of a short life, wellI’ve had, just enough time.

I am happy with you.” It was only a half-lie. In truth, being with him made me happier than anything. But it was a bittersweet happiness because from this moment on, it would be overshadowed...

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

There is no substitute for the comfort supplied by the utterly taken-for-granted relationship.

…I live with regrets – the bittersweet loss of innocence – the red track of the moon upon the lake – the inability to return and do it again…

I will tell you in another life when we are both cats.

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

I do not think I responded immediately, for it took me a moment or two to fully digest these words of Miss Kenton. Moreover, as you might appreciate, their implications were such as to provoke...

But once in a while, you pick the right thing, the exact best thing. Every day, the moment you open your eyes and pull off your blankets, that’s what you hope for. The sunshine on...

And you find some way to surviveAnd you find out you don’t have to be happy at all..To be happy you’re alive.

leave me some musicthat’s chocolate for the heart.

I’ll fight it. I’ll fight it for you. Don’t you worry about me, Hazel Grace. I’m okay. I’ll find a way to hang around and annoy you for a long time.

Would ‘sorry’ have made any difference? Does it ever? It’s just a word. One word against a thousand actions.

If there is an afterlife, I want my soul intact. And then maybe I’ll see you there.”I smiled, somehow calm now that I was facing something inevitable. I was getting the good-bye I’d always wanted....

We are nothing but shadows Fading away Trying to hold on to This bittersweet life That we call our own…

Your erotic,A memoir of pleasure.Caress the streets as through they held the touch of mink,Leaving only trails of stardust.Your eyes could Pierce hearts, leaving eternal scars of that moment,Moments so bittersweet they linger upon the...

Halfway down the aisle, Jamie suddenly seemed to tire, and they stopped while she caught her breath…It was, I remembered thinking, the most difficult walk anyone ever had to make. In every way, a walk...

I’m sorry I broke you. It’s just that you’re so pretty, and I break pretty things.

Reaching the summit of K2 was an incredible experience, but I would trade it in a heartbeat to have Dan back.

Just give me a bit, let me pretend you’re still alive,” Andrei said hoarsely. “Let me pretend that I don’t have to give you up.””Andrei,” Warm, calloused hands cupped Anrei’s face. “Look at me. I’m...

Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of those light-hearted mornings of the desert, for that wind that made...

There’s that horrible-beautiful moment, that bitter-sweet impasse where you know that somebody is bullshitting you but they’re doing it with such panache and conviction…no, it’s because they say exactly what you want to hear, at...

Dia selalu mencintainya—mencintai laki-laki itu dan seluruh kenangan pahit-manis bersamanya.

She clasped his hands and pressed her lips to them. ‘I want you to be proud of me,’ he repeated. She dropped his hands, feeling defeated.

In my humble opinion, forever is a bitter brew.” – Max; Before Ever After ♥

Something of vengeance I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavour, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned.

Kau, berbahagialah. Jangan menengok kembali kenangan kau-aku itu. Itu bukan lagi tentang kita. Itu hanyalah tentang kau-aku. Kau bisa melihat perbedaannya, bukan?

Happiness. Simple as a glass of chocolate or tortuous as the heart. Bitter. Sweet. Alive.

With you I’d dance in the rain in my best dress, fearless

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in...

Victory is always bittersweet.

Was it always to be like this? she wondered. A moment of joy followed by a new sorrow?