Loving a man shouldn’t have to be this rough

In the distance, Amanda heard the sirens. Just a little bit longer. She didn’t know what was wrong with her, but she was scared of dying before she had the chance to tell Ryker goodbye....

She knew I could tell with one glance, one look, one simple instant. It was her eyes. Despite the thick makeup, they were still dark-rimmed., haunted, and sad. Most of all though, they were familiar....

If you ask people what they’ve always wanted to do, most people haven’t done it. That breaks my heart.

Jan had always been a good pianist, and now he was the finest in the world.

Wish for the best, prepare for the worst

God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the...

Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.

I sunk to my knees in the spot he had left me. I felt a part of me had just been lost. I was fraught with so many emotions, confused by them all; however, I...

He was foolish enough to fall completely in love with someone who didn’t think he had a heart.

But we who remain shall grow oldWe shall know the coldOf cheerlessWinter and the rain of Autumn and the stingOf poverty, of love despised and of disgraces,And mirrors showing stained and aging faces, And the...

I feel her tears every night hitting the hard dusty ground of my dessert heart and making a whooshing noise that echoes through my bones and veins with great anguish. It’s the worst feeling I’ve...

Your time may come. Do not be too sad, Sam. You cannot be always torn in two. You will have to be one and whole, for many years. You have so much to enjoy and...

That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.

When I’m depressed I’ll lie to myself to make me feel better. But really, it’s ok, because depression only sometimes gets the best of me.

If a man cries in front of you, it doesn’t mean he’s weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.

She knows there are traps everywhere that can make her cry, she knows the way she dies a little every time someone asks her for change and she doesn’t give it to them means that...

Sometimes When You Are Serious, People Thought You Were Joking, But Sometimes When You Are Joking, People Thought You Were Serious

Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook your...

Give me another Chance Then, You will Get Less than I Gain…

Sometimes it all becomes too much. Your body and mind will just give way. Part of you may want to blissfully fade into nothing, but you never do. After a while all the memories and...

The silence isn’t so bad, till I look at my hands and feel sad. Because the spaces between my fingers are right where yours fit perfectly.

Sad things happen. They do. But we don’t need to live sad forever.

Never let the salt of your tears be tasteless in grief.

Long after the other voices had dropped away, Sam kept howling, very soft and slow.When he finally fell silent, the night felt dead. Sitting was intolerable. I stood up, paced, clenched and unclenched my hands...

By making sad ones happy, we find our happiness!

I don’t know what I am thinking. But I am alone. I am trapped in the net of the room. In the net of humans. I think maybe I am drowning in the net of...

He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.

But nothing was said about chicken farming anymore. Once, long after it was too late for farming, he might catch her crying and pet her a bit. ‘What’s the matter, little baby? You got a...

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

Eyes so young, so full of pain … Two lonely drops of winter rain … And no tear could these eyes sustain … For too much had they seen.

Whoever wrote”I’d rather have loved and lost than never have loved at all”Should be shot in the face.Funny thing is,I’d rather take their place

I am both happy and sad at the same time, and I’m still trying to figure out how that could be.

The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.

I knelt in front of life, folded my hands and prayed for some more time; there couldn’t be any. My heart bled and so did my tearful eyes.Time, they say, flies, but I saw it...

And now he was dead, his soul fled down to the Sunless Country and his body lying cold in the cold mud, somewhere in the city’s wake.

Everyone takes part in the mosque for one reason; to have a prayer answered.

My children, who don’t know they play on a graveyard.

I hope the dogs don’t bark tonight. I always think it’s mine

Sometimes people gone but the memories stay in our memories . . . . . .

Real ones.

He had the same look on his face that I had every day when I looked in the mirror. He was nothing more than a shell of a person.

This is my depressed stance. When you’re depressed, it makes a lot of difference how you stand. The worst thing you can do is straighten up and hold your head high because then you’ll start...

Liz: What’s it like in hell?Ketut: Same like heaven. Universe is a circle, Liss. To up, to down — all same, at end.Liz: Then how can you tell the difference between heaven and hell?Ketut: Because...

Childhood is the most valuable thing that’s taken away from you in life, if you think about it.

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...