Im okay Im okay now. But you really need to listen to me ’cause im telling you the truth I mean this im okay Trust me… Im not okay …Well okay im not okay. Im...

No, Sky. You didn’t tell her everything…you told you everything. Those things happened to you, not to someone else. They happened to Hope. They happened to Sky. They happened to the best friend that I...

He knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why...

something really deep and inspirational.

The sea was no stranger to the rock on the beach. The sea came often to the rock, rushing up wetly against its warm grey, and always as it swept away it took an infinitesimal...

Sad, slow music in the small hours of the morning isn’t just sad and slow music. It’s a narration. And through the myriad of morning dew, we are the twinkling stars that fade with the...

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death...

The harmonica has musical wind, and is the breath of soul. It’s like a sad, lonely I love you lost in the breeze.

It is with great sadness that I blow my nose.

That’s like my love for her.” At first I was sad, but then I smiled when I realized I’m more of a sofa kind of guy.

We got off at the next exit, quietly, and, switching drivers, we walked in front of the car. We met and I held him, my hands balled into tight fists around his shoulders, and he...

Now the snow’s coming down, and im watching it fall. Watching the people around, baby please come home. Pretty lights on a tree, and im watching you shine. You should be here with me! Baby...

He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. “She’s happy, Andie,” he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She...

Sometimes the sound of silence is the most deafening sound of all.

What mattered was stil there. That was what they all felt, and what surprised them all. What mattered couldnt be shaken.

She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.

I read differently now, more painstakingly, knowing I am probably revisiting the books I love for the last time. (245)

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

April 43rd 2000Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly, it all came to...

Now I understand why women want to have children – it’s simply the urge to create happiness for yourself, somehow to fill the oppressive, unbearable emptiness in your soul.

And then his noise falls completely silent-And he stops struggling-And looking right into my eyes-He dies.My Todd dies.

I am an immortal Experiencer. Does that changed my life,no but it changed the way I Experience life.

We’re all guilty of dedicating time to people who didn’t value it.

Laughter is a good way to hide pain”- Leo Valdez

Anlarsın niçin uzak yerlere baktığımı. İçinde yaşanmaz bir dünyada yaşıyorum.

I love nine hundred and ninety nine facial expressions of Jemma Garner, none of them is sad look.

Being sad with the right people is better than being happy with the wrong ones.

I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely, I am lonely. How appropriate that I write this to myself.

But most of the time, with a contented resignation that comes normally to a man only at the end of a long and busy life, he sat before the keyboard and filled the air with...

The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers, and for most of us that dreams...

maybe if people weren’t so careless, then nothing would need to be caged.

Never make a promise which you think is hard to keep. Never make a promise though!!

Don’t worry, all is well. All is so perfectly, damnably well.

His shirt is covered in my sorrow and stained with my tears.

So I can’t explain why, for the next twenty minutes, I stand at the window quietly willing him with my mind to come inside and erase the distance between us.

I like the chase, scavenging and how we unravel. Standing naked with all my pores at the door. Waiting for a response, a love, someone to call my home. Where my emotions graze the air...

Stephanie could see the greed seep into the watery eyes of herfather’s other brother, a horrible little man called Fergus, as henodded sadly and spoke sombrely and pocketed the silverwarewhen he thought no one was...

He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely. A door was suddenly...

Mokona: Please! Fai is about to die! Yûko! Fai: Y… You… can’t… While I’m still ailve… Syaoran-kun’s magic still lives. Even half of that power is too much… Nothing… will be able to stop him.Mokona:...

life is like a tree, when you feeling down the leaves fall off.

Do you want this to be a love story?

Try my all-you-can-eat vomit soup. Sadly, people don’t want seconds, because they don’t even want firsts. But it tastes great. I tasted it on the way down—and then again on the way up.

Your this beautiful ship that will sail a long way, and I’d only be your anchor””A ship without an anchor can never be at rest

I do not view suicide as wicked, just terribly sad. There is only one death, but it is like a stone cast into a pond – the ripples stretch far. Such an act must leave...

You’re surrounded by people and voices and noises, but there you are, alone and trembling inside. And you want to be invisible. (thinking) Please, don’t notice me.

My wandering has led me to the beginning of our journey together. I suppose it’s only fitting for me to be here at that journey’s end.

When Brocker arrived he took her hands and held them to his face and cried into them.

When she opened her eyes, she was both in her body and watching it, nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby...

Things change after you die, though – I guess because dying is about the loneliest thing you can do.

I would have kept you safe,’ he said.I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers. ‘I know.