Don’t they always go from bad to worse? There’s no turning back–yourold self rejects you, and shuts you out. ~Lilly Bart

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as...

The day my dad left my mom and I was the second saddest day of my life. The saddest day was the next day, when he returned home.

The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.I broke something, Old Man.How badly is it broken?It’s in a million little pieces.I’m afraid I can’t help you.Why?There’s nothing you can do.Why?It can’t be fixed.Why?It’s...

Sometimes life is sad. You can cry in your booze, if you want. I think that’s called a Whiskey Sour.

If you have heard a Jewish cantor sing, if he has touched you and made your own sorrow seem trivial when compared with his, you will know my feeling when I follow the curves of...

Was I happy? Maybe more content thanbouncing-off-the-sofa-like-Tom-Cruise-ecstatic, but that’s still happy isn’t it?

I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever.

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Could you be happy if you woke up and suddenly you were no one special?

Without love live in this world or leave thisworld… it’s all up to you..

You can’t run away from home without destroying somebody’s world.

Fury ignited behind my breastbone , a hot glow like coals blooming into something sharp and dangerous. It was the same old crap- someone thinking they can push you around because you’re young, because you’re...

I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch my reflection: it looks like I’ve been punched in both eyes.I...

Frankie Perino and I were lucky that day. Lucky to be alive-that’s what everyone said.

Dr. Beall gave him the first shot, followed closely by the second.He said, “I’ll check for a heartbeat.”I said, “You don’t need to. I can see it in his eyes.”Dewey was gone.

You felt a deep sorrow, the kind of melancholy you feel when you’re in a beautiful place and the sun is going down

I asked Raghav, as we were looking over the wasteland, if the Muslims they burnt would beg for their lives. “Yes they would say, Have mercy on us. But we were filled with such hate;...

It doesn’t matter. I’ve moved on from something that was never there to begin with. That’s one of the dire things about escaping from childhood. Eventually you grow up and realize the things you wanted...

It’s ok to be a fool once or twice but never let it be a third time. Be smart and pretend to be a fool and at the end of the hunt make sure you’re...

I pictured her tragically; it never once ocurred to me to picture her as the tragedy.

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, “Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That’s not woman’s work.””It’s needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know...

Caleb,’ I say. ‘I love you.

Never let the world know that you are sad or the world will let you down as well.

It’s been a year and 3 months since we’ve kissed, and I rather have the ghost of his mouth on my lips than kiss anyone else.

Until death,” Jem replied gently. “Those are the words of the oath. ‘Until aught but death part thee and me.’ Someday, Will, I will go where none can follow me, and I think it will...

It’s hard to answer the question “what’s wrong?” when nothing is right.

I watch my loved ones weep with sorrow, death’s silent torment of no tomorrow. I feel their hearts breaking, I sense their despair, United in misery, the grief that they share. How do I show...

I just wished they’d see Mari, their daughter. I wished they saw how much I liked art and how much I didn’t want to dedicate my life to something I wasn’t passionate about.

To be happy to be sad and sad to be happy is to sing an echo in that beautiful language called Sorrow.

That was what happened to laughter when you caged it. It became unbearably sad. It was worse than crying.

I’ve got a way with love. Away with love.

It was a broken world, I knew then, that would allow a boy such as me to bury a boy such as William K.

People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.

If that was the last event of the night, it would have made a terrible ending. It was just the beginning, though.

I’d been making desicions for days.I picked out the dress Bailey would wear forever-a black slinky one- innapropriate- that she loved.I chose a sweater to go over it, earrings, bracelet, necklace, her most beloved strappy...

Ekse let them know that I say No to Xenophobia.Everything and anything that u do.u do it for yourself not anyone else. Even if your doing it 2 some else.U might think u are fighting...

As I studied the remians of book pages, scatered among the ashes, my heart sank.

Tom watched with his arms folded as the life that had been within Kobe died out, and the fire continued.

Knives are sharp, but are equally confusing.

Forever and ever, kid, until you’re sick and tired of seeing me.

While I was looking the other way your fire went outLeft me with cinders to kick into dustWhat a waste of the wonder you wereIn my living fire I will keep your scorn and mineIn...

Which was how Britteny ended up nestled next to Mickey, under the shelter of a painter’s drop cloth.She felt no pain.She saw no light.She heard, but barely.Her heart was still and silent.Yet she did not...

I heard Tash say: Nomi, you’re sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me that some people can leave and some can’t and those who...

The sky was electric blue above the trees but the yard felt dark. Stephanie went to the edge of the lawn and sat her forehead on her knees. The grass and soil were still warm...

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can’t get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother’s love – the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through...

This softening she sees in me isn’t enough to make me affectionate, but it’s just enough to render me inept. I can’t give her what she wants — virtuousness — or what she needs —...

Some mornings when I wake up, it takes a long time to remember who I am. Like, it takes a while for everything that’s happened in last month to download into my brain. It’s nice,...