Torture: knowing something makes no sense, but doing it anyways.

I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. “I don’t want to miss her.”Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. “Your mom wants...

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Secrets only ended up hurting other people.

Cause sometimes what makes you two is shadow and you.

[Fireheart] was interrupted by a screech from Cloudtail. “Fireheart! Fireheart, Brightpaw isn’t dead!”Fireheart spun around and raced across the clearing to crouch beside Brightpaw. Her white-and-ginger fur, which, she had always kept so neatly groomed,...

We lost weight and grew thin. We stopped bleeding. We stopped dreaming. We stopped wanting.

What is it like when you lose someone you love?” Jane asked. “You die, too. And you wait around for your body to catch up.

If only…the saddest words in the English language.

Another of them died last night. His body was in the bazaar this morning. It lay, with a collecting bowl at its feet, on the charpoy that is reserved for those who die without money...

Meğer her şeyimmiş gibi davranan hiçbir şeyimmişsin sen! Aslında hiçbir şeyimi kaybettim ben!

High school sucked. It was a universal truth and whoever said these were supposed to be the best years of your life was probably drunk or delusional.

She smells of her cooking and the perfume Eau d’Hadrien. My mother wore it, too. She used to cook, like Lili. Our house smelled of garlic and thyme instead of sadness.

We often confuse what we wish for with what is.

Every kid’s afraid of that right? That someday you’ll be left in a corner, like a toy, staring with button eyes and a broken heart.

My room is so quiet and empty it hurts.

Smileshe told about her secret love, not me, i could’nt speak,i smiled.

If I let myself love you, I won’t throw myself in front of her. I’ll throw myself in front of you.

If somebody hurts you, it’s okay to cry a river, just remember to build a bridge and get over it.

I’m supposed to a man who never blows his composureA boy trapped in a war, forced to be a soliderThe weight of the world just put on top of my shouldersBut if there’s one thing...

And I wished I could believe him. I wished with all that I had. And when you’re eleven, you’re on the cusp between still believing wishing worked if you wanted something hard enough and understanding...

Some of the most beautiful things we have in life comes from our mistakes.

There is nothing for you in this bleak hospital room but a cold and empty nothingness that has no answers, can give no peace, will provide no comfort to the living.

I love walking in the rain because no one can see me crying

I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Becauseinside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, aboveall, toward life. And...

Sometimes I wonder, that one missing sock after doing laundry, is the smart one. After being unhappy for so long, it finally walks away from a frayed, worn-out relationship.

If we just had some time to ourselves, we could talk to each other the way we used to. Maybe about nothing in particular at first, but even that would be a start.

Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy – all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a...

What a sad thing I thought– to live in a world so concerned with the lives of others,we forget to live our own.

We are more than the worst thing that’s ever happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing, for having been to hell and come back breathing.

Avada Kedavra!”A jet of green light shot from the end of Snape’s wand and hit Dumbledore squarely in the chest. Harry’s scream of horror never left him; silent and unmoving, he was forced to watch...

I am a shadow. I walk the wet roads under the dim light of the pale lamps, in the darkest hour of the cold dull nights.I walk past the silent graveyard of the dead memories,...

Another day another life Passes by just like mine It’s not complicated Another mind Another soul Another body to grow old It’s not complicated

Forgetting: that, too, was the heart’s slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.

It was a very sad situation.

Forgive me,” I wrote at the bottom. “I did not think I would break.

She walked away too far for me to call… and for her to hear my voice.

The.World.Is.Not.A.Safe.Place.

When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to bring additional sadness, and to speak to us of hopelessness and of the...

I sat up and wiped my eyes, cursing the damned faeries and their eternal war. It seemed there was never enough time. Time to dance, or talk, or laugh, or even mourn the passing of...

Pain whispersthrough silent wordsentombed in scarsshyly palpablein fleeting glimpsesbriefly allowed

And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.

She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

I believe this: You just do it. You force yourself to get up. You force yourself to put one foot before the other, and goddamn it, you refuse to let it get to you. you...

sometime am feeling proud to have ma loneliness but, sometime am so feeling lonely.

I couldn’t help but suspect something he’d seen or encountered had changed his view of what had happened between them. It had somehow set him free. And he’d let it fly, that gorgeous blackbird of...

Kathy was a Republican, one of those people who used the unforgivable phrase “meant to be”–usually when describing her own good fortune or the disasters that had befallen other people.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I’ve cried a few times, but mostly I’m empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and...

It’s shitty I guess. They’re my friends. But… everything I want to talk about I can’t say to them. It feels so separate, like I’ve touched something that’s taken the color out of me.

People only picked the pretty, sweet-smelling flowers. The ones with thorns were left alone.