Will you let me go for Christ’s sake? Will you take that phony dream and burn it before something happens?

I’ve decided that it’s possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It’s sad, perhaps, but not tragic,...

It’s weird like, you can see the cruelest part of the world. The cruelest part. But then on the other side you see the most beautiful part, do you know? And it’s like you go...

He was not in the house. He did not come back that night. Days went by, and at last she understood that he would not return at all.

When he was dry, he believed it was alcohol he needed, but when he had a few drinks in him, he knew it was something else, possibly a woman; and when he had it all...

Well, at least this is what I told myself every day as I fell asleep with the fire still burning and the moon shining high up in the sky and my head spinning comforting from...

Mother is dead.

I was the big sister. I was supposed to set and example and lead the way so people would say, ‘Hey, you’re Alex’s sister, aren’t you? You two look exactly alike!’ instead of ‘Hey, you’re...

He caught my hands as they pulled through my hair, and pulled my body against his, and I felt all the holes in me. My sobs echoed through them like caverns, and I never would...

You are rotting away, you are falling to pieces. What are you? A bag of filth. Now turn around and look into that mirror again. Do you see that thing facing you? That is the...

You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

Good.”He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.

How did my world get so small?

YOU DEMAND SALVATION EVEN AS YOU STEAL FROM THE COLLECTION PLATE.YOU SEND FOOD TO THE REFUGEES, AND THEN YOU DON’T ALLOW THE DELIVERY TRUCKS THROUGH THE WARZONES. THE FOOD WILL SPOIL , THE SUPPLIES WILL...

Even if I die you keep living okay? Live to see the end of this world, and to see why it was born. Live to see why a weak girl like me ended up here…...

I just didn’t want to be a loser anymore…-Mitsuko Souma

If people can’t stand being alone, they have no choice but to die

It was a hurting tune, resigned, a cry of heartache for all in the world that fell apart. As ash rose black against the brilliant sky, Fire’s fiddle cried out for the dead, and for...

I don’t think all writers are sad, she said.I think it’s the other way around—all sad people write.

How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who’d caused the pain to heal it

…I was there when we opened the gates. Some of these poor wretches running out were so emaciated they actually died from the excitement of being liberated. I saw it happen several times. These people...

The whiskey was a good start. I got the idea from Dylan Thomas. He’s this poet who drank twenty-one straight whiskeys at the White Horse Tavern in New York and then died on the spot...

You make me want things that I can’t have.

It wasn’t that she was sad—sadness had very little to do with it, really, considering that most of the time, she felt close to nothing at all. Feeling required nerves, connections, sensory input. The only...

I tried to find a way to go on. I could see familiar traces of the path that was my life, but there was always the wall behind me. Do you know what I mean?...

But my second son didn’t enjoy any of those things. He loved music and video games and computers. I didn’t know how to talk to him. And now I’ll spend the rest of my life...

Some things a heart won’t listen to, I’m still holding out for you

The more you Love and Care her, the Less you get Trusted by Her…

I hope one day you find someone who makes flowers grow in even the saddest parts of you.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

There’s no crying in the rank book.

She loves him sobut he didn’t stay.The wind can’t blowthis storm away.

The total number of people who understand relativistic time, even after eighty years since the advent of special relativity, is still much smaller than the number of people who believe in horoscopes.

Some people are severely lonely, all they can do is accept the single life as an example of being free and happy.

But this gives no proper idea of my feelings at all; and no one that has not lived such a retired stationary life as mine, can possibly imagine what they were: hardly even if he...

Will: I’ve never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You’d think they were diamonds.Tessa: Well, they are, aren’t they? Isn’t there anything you love like that?

The pain will always be in you — but you will not always be in pain.

Tears of missing you raced down my cheeks; please don’t go, your arms are my tears of joy

because I’m in love with you.” But she didn’t hear, gone into a dream.

It could be yesterdaywhen I was less in loveI thinkFor I didn’t see you in the mirrorbehind mewhile getting dressed.The way your hands couldn’t stay awayand our bodies always found their ways back to each...

I was so happy that my mother, father, and two brothers had somehow found one another. Perhaps my mother and father have gotten back together, I thought.

I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don’t know how to be this kind of villain.

I want to celebrate the sadness that makes you feel everything so deeply. I want to throw a party for the wounds that make you so unabashedly human.

The girl danced like light on water. After I’d watched for a while I looked with all of me, not just my eyes, and then I saw the meaning of the dance. I wanted to...

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you’d clicked ‘Send’.

Yes, I guess you could say I am a loner, but i feel more lonely in a crowded room with boring people then i feel on my owm.

Carmelia Montiel, a twenty-year-old virgin, had just bathed in orange-blossom water and was strewing rosemary leaves on Pilar Ternera’s bed when the shot rang out. Aureliano José had been destined to find with her the...

Sometimes I feel like all the crap in the world is building up inside me, like all the bad is just filling me like a balloon. I push it all back, live my happy life.But...

But things are so bad, I feel like I’m going to explode if I don’t do something.

I had spent my whole life feeling homesick. The only difference between the two of us was that I didn’t know what or where home was.