No use in crying over a boy because there are plenty more just like him

There is something beyond limits,in every relationship.

Bob says hello.

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

The silence is the worst part of any fight, because it’s made up of all the things we wish we could say, if only we had the guts.

I would give anything, anything, to be the man to whom this has not happened. I can not accommodate myself to it. In a lifetime of trying, I can not accommodate myself to it.And now...

I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed...

And one day they tell you that love doesn’t exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you’ve been cheated on.

He stepped off the pavement like a man jumping off a bridge, as calm as a swimmer with an ocean out below. Lucy had known what he was going to do the instant their eyes...

The earth’s orbit didn’t slow down. The world didn’t stop falling. Slowly, very, very slowly, Michael started to sink to his knees.

there’s nothing todiscussthere’s nothing torememberthere’s nothing toforgetit’s sadand it’s notsadseems themost sensiblethinga person can doissitwith drink inhandas the wallswavetheir goodbyesmilesone comes throughit allwith a certain amount ofefficiency andbraverythenleavessome acceptthe possibility ofGodto help themgetthroughotherstake itstaight onand...

I’m living under water. Everything seems slow and far away. I know there’s a world up there, a sunlit quick world where time runs like dry sand through an hourglass, but down here, where I...

I didn’t want to fall in love. Looking at you gave me chills and kissing you made my knees weak. You made flowers grow and fill the space in my lungs which made it impossible...

Maybe I’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance…at all.

He’s an artist in London. We don’t see him much.”Tom gave him one of his quick, considering glances and asked, “Doesn’t he live with you?””No,” said Indigo, finally saying out loud what he had known...

Stain my eyes as I may, on all sides all is black.

You want to hear it? Fine. It’s a simple story really, about a pretty girl who was pretty stupid. She let a man touch her because she was scared to say no, and then she...

apart from being suicidal I’m fine

I take no joy in mead nor meat, and song and laughter have become suspicious strangers to me. I am a creature of grief and dust and bitter longings. There is an empty place within...

Behind the building was a field and when the potpourri scent of her cleaner made me sneeze, I went outside. There were calves there, these sweet things that watched me with less interest than I...

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

Fireheart tensed, waiting for whatever had hunted down these apprentices to emerge from the trees and attack, but nothing stirred. Feeling as if his legs hardly belonged to him, he sprang down and stumbled across...

Life for me is just a result of experiments being performed by far more developed creatures.

J Abrams was driving off into the big stupid vermilion sky, and even though the color had been my favorite, I was sure that from now on, every time I looked at it I would...

An awfulness was deep inside me, and I couldn’t fight it; forced into submission and taken hostage by it, I could only just lie there, let it wash over me, and let myself be consumed...

but good girls dont do that, dont make a fuss, dont upset parents. and i was a good girl so i curled up on the floor and sobbed silently instead

I think how the world is still somehow beautiful even when I feel no joy at being alive within it.

Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.

I won’t let that night ruin you forever.” But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

Rain makes me feel less alone. All rain is, is a cloud- falling apart, and pouring its shattered pieces down on top of you. It makes me feel good to know I’m not the only...

perhaps like me she’s vainly hopingand some news awaits,but the moist earth already holds himin her strong embrace…

This is what I want so don’t be sad.

Lo que al principio te parezca malo demostrará ser bueno. Y lo que crees bueno resultará ser malo.

It doesn’t sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it’s possible, I know it’s not going to happen

How can we trust our loved one, when there is mouthful of lies…..

Our tragedy is their beauty. Our pain is their art. The beatific bereavement that is our life captured on a canvas for all the world to see.

I wouldn’t have missed a single minute of it, Not for the whole world.

What if you wake up one fine morning only to realize that the life you have been living since the last few days was nothing but a dream of yours?Would you go back to sleep...

You don’t even like me, remember?” That’s what I try to say. What actually comes out of my mouth is closer to a baby’s first attempt at babbling. “Shh.” He runs his fingertips along my...

Truthfully she felt incredibly miserable, seeing university students and tourists bustling in and out of the place with their cell phones in hand, texting like there was no tomorrow. Living behind a screen, they’d likely...

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of...

Tiffany has been apprenticing as a witch by visiting people in need with her mentor. After meeting with one particularly sad case, she tells her mentor, “It shouldn’t be like this.” Her mentor replies, “There...

Because you let our love just fall apartYou no longer have my heart

There is a untold sad story behind everyone’s status ‘SINGLE’.

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers – lovely, but dead.

I have this very silly fear, dear friend, that one day I’ll be old without ever having been young.

My gender ceased to exist inside me whenever I sing my feelings; soul has no gender.

my bones are heavy” i would only mean itas a good thingheavy bones can’t be broken,you can’t break heavy bones

When they’d first come out in the morning, a single flounder lay flapping and puffing in the breezeway, one sad, swollen eye looking back toward the sea.

We took a bowl each and started eating. He went back into the little room, and by the time he returned to the table with his own bowl of food to eat with us, we...