The rain echoed in the shadowy attic space and made me feel small and fragile, like a lace glove left behind on moving day – mateless and abandoned.

There is no loss, if you cannot remember what you have lost.

I can’t wait until they don’t have me here anymore.

It was over before I even had a chance.

When trying to find the words to tell her how much I loved her, I stumbled across the ingredients for grilled cheese sandwiches. That’s when I realized she was the melted cheese to my toast....

I could disappear from the face of the earth, and the world would go on moving without the slightest twinge. Things were tremendously complicated, to be sure, but one thing was clear: no one needed...

May be its mine bad-luck Or yours not to get me But I still have hope Of being yours

It’s sad how people change from the best to the beast.

Vid ett tillfälle var det ett ungt vårdbiträde som utan att tänka sig för sträckte ut sin hand när hon inte hade skyddshandskarna på och tråkade hans tårar.

For everyone who never smiled in school photos, for all who’ve wandered city streetsnot knowing the where they were or feeling alone, I’ve packed kindness.

Tears are words the mouth can’t say nor can the heart bare.

Her sadness scares her, and it scares the heck out of him. It builds on itself.

And yet, it was still a performance. Odin and I both knew it. It was a kind of play, a dream of how things might have been if he and I had been capable of...

Though we are emotional beings, we are not our emotions. Remember this the next time you find yourself struggling.

That was the day my whole world went black. Air looked black. Sun looked black. I laid up in bed and stared at the black walls of my house….Took three months before I even looked...

Of all the miracles Po had seen in the time and space of its death, Po thought this–the absorption of another, the carrying of it–was the most bewildering and remarkable of all. Whenever Bundle separated...

She had quickly learned that to show unhappiness was to risk the loss of love.

Like them you are tall and taciturn, and you are sad, all at once, like a voyage.

she drew me. But not who I see in the mirror. Nia saw the Oscar i keep hidden. And she put him on paper. Nobody sees the real me.

I used to cover my windows in heavy curtains, never drawn. Now I danced in the sunlight on my hardwood floors.

He looks forlornly ahead of him, gazing at the road but looking at nothing in particular. The whole world is one big giant ball of light to him, and he feels like a bug inside...

His absence is so big it’s like he’s there.

She closed her eyes and let the rain fall on her face, and after another second, I could not have said what were raindrops, and what tears.

Baby, don’t build a monument for me of your sadness. You wouldn’t have wasted your tears when I was alive. Why make an ocean of them now when it’s over? The future you dreamed is...

Ester asked why people are sad.”That’s simple,” says the old man. “They are the prisoners of their personal history. Everyone believes that the main aim in life is to follow a plan. They never ask...

It seemed silly to wash one day when I would only have to wash again the next.It made me tired just to think of it.

No amount of worrying can change the future. Go easy on yourself, for the outcome of all affairs is determined by God’s decree. If something is meant to go elsewhere, it will never come your...

Los ojos se me llenaron de lágrimas. El dolor del duelo es como un invitado borracho, cuando parece que se ha marchado, vuelve a darte un último abrazo.

Be happy about your pain because it makes you who you are. After the pain is over the outcome is becoming a stronger person than before

Here is a minute. It may be my love is dead, but here is a minute to kneel over the grave and pray by it.

When he came home early, he was dreary. There, he’d sit by the fireplace, his worn hands gripping the newspaper a bit too tight, his eyes held to it, unseeing, towards the words, the meaningless...

His leaving had been like snipping off the end of a rope – leaving two unraveling strands.

I think we cry to release the animal parts of us without losing our humanity. Becauseinside me is a beast that snarls, and growls, and strains toward freedom, toward Tobias, and, aboveall, toward life. And...

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness.

I guess it’s better to have a chalk smile, than an ink smile. Where chalk changes with the direction of wind, ink stays as a deep stain. Like rain, sun and hail against a fake...

And sometimes if I wantTo imagine I’m a lamb(Or a whole flockSpreading out all over the hillsideSo I can be a lot of happy things at the same time),It’s only because I feel what I...

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

There comes a day in life, when you have said all that you ever wanted to say to someone. But that someone is still waiting. Waiting for words to come out. And that’s when you...

too much happiness always overflowed into tears of sorrow.

Numb the dark and you numb the light.

Back then, he’d have to leave at the end of August for the start of school, so the week before Labor Day became it’s own tiny season of gloom, like a hundred Sunday nights crowded...

I loved you at your worst, and you were always at your worst. Nothing could stop me. Not even you.

One of the greatest acts of service you can do is to find someone who is secretly lonely and be a friend to them, if only for a day.

Life when one first arrives is a continual mortification as one’s romantic illusions are successively shattered and the musical treasure-house of one’s imagination crumbles before the hopelessness of the reality. Every day fresh experiences bring...

Sadness is not the beginning or end of a process, but the lag between pleasure and happiness.

This heart is a hurricane, turbulent with ache screaming winds of grief waiting to make the skyfall, to pluck the cloudsfrom their beds with itswhipping winds

TonightA parapet of breezetonight on which to leanmy melancholy

Sadness is also a kind of defence.

What is it about me that gets them all crying? It’s not the end of the world.

One by one, the thoughts and memories of sadness raised their hands, stood up to identify themselves. I looked at each thought, at each unit of sorrow, and I acknowledged its existence and felt (without...