How can we trust our loved one, when there is mouthful of lies…..

Our tragedy is their beauty. Our pain is their art. The beatific bereavement that is our life captured on a canvas for all the world to see.

I wouldn’t have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep...

You don’t even like me, remember?” That’s what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby’s first attempt at babbling. “Shh.” He runs his fingertips along my...

I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it.And now...

I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed...

Because you let our love just fall apartYou no longer have my heart

There is a untold sad story behind everyone’s status ‘SINGLE’.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers – lovely, but dead.

I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I’ll be old without ever having been young.

My gender ceased to exist inside me whenever I sing my feelings; soul has no gender.

my bones are heavy” i would only mean itas a good thingheavy bones can’t be broken,you can’t break heavy bones

When they’d first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.

We took a bowl each and started eating. He went back into the little room, and by the time he returned to the table with his own bowl of food to eat with us, we...

I would try to tell myself stories to pass the time. Fairy tales. Parts of books. But they got used up.

The core of your true self is never lost. Let go of all the pretending and the becoming you’ve done just to belong.Curl up with your rawness and come home. You don’t have to find...

I know that sentence is long and has too many joining words in it but sometimes, when I’m angry, words burst out of me like a shout, or, if I’m sad, they spill out of...

Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.

Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.

I’m always sad to leave Jax. So many magical moments here. Like the time I saw a rainbow give birth to a pot of gold, guarded by a dwarf in green.

Miranda was dark, like a midnight sky. But as she fell, her eyes shone like stars themselves.

I called Isaac, who cursed life and the universe and God Himself and who said where are the goddamned trophies to break when you need them, and then I realized there was no one else...

I glory in the emotionally commonplace

Cassandra wondered at the mind’s cruel ability to toss up flecks of the past. Why, as she neared her life’s end, her grandmother’s head should ring with the voices of people long since gone. Was...

If God gave Dad Alzheimer’s, He’s got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.

If you didn’t remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn’t?

Lily slumped, putting her shaking hands on his shoulders. “But you will, won’t you?” Pansy’s voice broke into a sob. “Yes, Pan,” Galen said quietly. “I don’t like that,” Pansy said. Galen stood and put...

,POR QUÉ LES CUENTAN LAS COSAS A LAS CRIATURITAS?”Y la verdad es, mi querido Portuga, que a mí me contaron las cosas demasiado pronto.¡Adiós!

I really can’t handle talking about this for too long because it hurts too much, but I want to say that there is one thing I’ve learned about people they don’t get that mean and...

He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.

In you i thought i had found,someone to share lifes ups and downs.Friends then lovers, I did it right,each day with you in felt so bright.But i was a fool to think it could last,that...

Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.

I got an A on the third quiz in American history, an A, dammit. Last time I got a Bup from a Cand my father said,”if you can get a Cyou can get a B,if...

I am tired of days that are all the same.

When Tears turns to Rain….!!

Emptiness ate away at his inside, quickly replaced by a sadness that hurt his heart.

Here today, may be gone tomorrow! Never take anyone or nothing for granted! Be sure to count your blessing daily because tomorrow isn’t promised.

Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they’d likely...

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of...

Tiffany has been apprenticing as a witch by visiting people in need with her mentor. After meeting with one particularly sad case, she tells her mentor, “It shouldn’t be like this.” Her mentor replies, “There...

Her gaze shifted away. “I don’t remember my dreams anymore.” It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them,...

Sometimes I smile my past, that undoubtedly brought me nothing useful….

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.

You’re terribly selfish, you know. I’ve loved you so long, and it was never dear or precious to you. I might as well have not loved you at all.

It is not possible to express the most precious insights, To see all that craves to be seen, To visit even the closest neighbors in the universe, To learn all that needs to be learned,...

Hedwig didn’t return until the end of the Easter holidays. Percy’s letter was enclosed in a package of Easter eggs that Mrs. Weasley had sent. Both Harry’s and Ron’s were the size of dragon eggs,...

Patrick Watson makes my soul crawl out of it’s hiding place.

I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

I was running in circles, I hurt myself, just to find my purpose. Everything was so worthless, I didn’t deserve this, but to me you were perfect.