A dead dog is more quiet than a house on the steppes, a chair in a empty room.

Most men are blinded by the words “Bad Bitches” and end settling for less!

It’s just been a really lousy day for me and I wasn’t really thinking. My advice? Find your own cause to represent, not one thrown out into society by a ton of environmentalist dopes. Find...

It were a grief so brief to part with thee.Farewell.

I feel the monster of grief again, writhing in the empty space where my heart and stomach used to be. I gasp, pressing both palms to my chest. Now the monstrous thing has its claws...

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn’t seem as though its been here at all.

She smirks.”Are you attempting to stop me, little one?””Excuse me? Did you just call me ‘little one’? What are you? Like, four feet tall?” I ask.

Now that she had worn other faces, seen through other eyes, how could she ever say any face was really her own, even if it was the face she had been given at birth? When...

Now don’t go thinking nice things about me. You’ll only be disappointed.

I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out...

We can’t be sad for her,” she murmured. “Only for ourselves at having to say good-bye.

I felt like a trophy child, someone he had around to show off. It felt like it was more important that his daughter was perfect—but, I was his daughter and I was neither of those...

I hope we meet again,” said Ramman.”I do too,” Tel Hesani said, then added underneath his breath, “Although I fear it won’t be in this world.

If we had met five years ago, you wouldn’t have found a more staunch defender of the newspaper industry than me … I was winning awards, getting raises, lecturing college classes, appearing on TV shows,...

Maybe I am everything I knew that I would never be. I looked back at Jay and smiled.

The present was the thing–work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a...

A veces, todo el mundo necesita un par de gafas oscuras…

Elle avait fini par se résoudre à sauter du véhicule quand une énorme explosion retentit au loin […]. Le bruit secoua le carrosse qui continuait de s’éloigner, réveillant Elena qui jusque-là dormait profondément. […] Ses...

I was abused my family was the “brady bunch

I watched the moon alone, unable to share his cold beauty with anyone.

Deep in her soul, however, she was waiting for something to happen. Like a sailor in distress, she would gaze out over the solitude of her life with desperate eyes, seeking some white sail in...

Happiness is an illusion, Natalie. It doesn’t actually exist.””Of course it does,” I said. “It’s what you feel when you’re not sad.””That’s unconsciousness. And I’m pretty sure that I’m miserable when I am unconscious, too.

Akhirnya, ada beberapa hal yang aku nggak ahli, kan, K? I can’t tell you how I love you. That’s just—way beyond my vocabulary.

I wanted to cry but I didn’t, I probably should have cried, I should have drowned us there in the room ending our suffering.

How unjust then to meet that person you love, and be kept away from them only because ones bed is made of hay , and the other, feathers.

You’re like a song that I heard when I was a little kid but forgot I knew until I heard it again.

To be forgotten by the one to whom you never forget is the worst thing ever happens.

I’m sorry and I believe in you and I’ll always be near you, protecting you, and I will never leave you, I’ll be curled around your heart for the rest of your life.

Ah, ka-lyrra, I look at you and you make me want to live a man’s life with you. To wake with you and sleep with you, argue with you and make love with you, to...

I hate telling people this. I never know exactly how my voice is going to sound saying it, and I hate the stricken looks they get on their faces when they don’t know what to...

I wasn’t a complete bastard. If she liked to think she saw good in me, if she wanted to take credit for it, I’d let her. She deserved that much.

She knew the way of things. She knew ifyou weren’t always stepping lightly as a bird the wholeworld came apart to crush you. Like a house of cards.Like a bottle against stones. Like a wrist...

Melancholy is the happiness of being sad.

I’m sad at you.

Who knew there were still people like that in this world, though? Everybody wants to talk about themselves, and everybody wants to hear everybody else’s story, so we take turns playing reporter and celebrity. ‘It...

My heart’s with you, Bill, no matter how it turns out. My heart is with all of them, and I think that, even if we forget each other, we’ll remember in our dreams.

God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.

I am sad, like the hot dust on the streetsAnd the music of fresh fallen leavesCaught in a sliding summer breeze.

I’d still thought that everything I thought about that night-the shame, the fear-would fade in time. But that hadn’t happened. Instead, the things that I remembered, these little details, seemed to grow stronger, to the...

It’s a cruel fact of war that it takes little more than applying pressure to one finger to end another person’s life. More than that, it’s a cruel fact of life that we are hardwired...

And at the closing of the dayShe loosed the chain, and down she lay;The broad stream bore her far away,The Lady of Shallot.

Not all things can be expressed through words, not all the words reflect the truth.

Mortals dies.” said Catarina. “You’ve always known that, and yet you’ve loved them before.””Not,” Magnus said, “like this.”Catarina inhaled in surprise. “Oh,” she said. “Oh…” She picked up her drink. “Magnus,” she said tenderly. “you...

How could you give me life, and take from me all the inappreciable things that raise it from the state of conscious death? Where are the graces of my soul? Where are the sentiments of...

Such a pity, really; the prey falling for the predator. The victim in love with the killer… A mere mortal girl thinking a demon was capable of love.

I’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.

My country is a very sad joke that I can’t laugh about.

Self-hatred is self-imprisonment. Self-forgiveness is self-liberation. You have the right to suppress yourself, oppress yourself and depress yourself. You have the right to impress yourself too. Feel happy!

Her past is colliding with my present, future. Some of us wants to sleep under the blanket of lies rather than getting naked with truth.

Understanding life is like trying to put together a puzzle with pieces that don’t fit.