Truth is ugly that is why we don’t like it

There is nothing to fear. Nothing to worry about. Grieve nothing in this transitory world,” he says softly.

Lies are living beings; once they get hold of you they never let go

I do know that I don’t want to wake him.We were up very late last night.

It’s the kind of kiss that inspires stars to climb into the sky and light up the world.

I’m trying to focus, telling myself these are just empty words, but I’m lying. Because somehow, just reading these words is too much; and the thought of her in pain is causing me an unbearable...

And I’ve fallen.So hard.I’ve hit the ground. Gone right through it. Never in my life have I felt this. Nothing like this. I’ve felt shame and cowardice, weakness and strength. I’ve known terror and indifference,...

I have to get out of this room as soon as possible, or my own thoughts will wage war against me.

His hands are holding my cheeks, and he pulls back just to look me in the eye and his chest is heaving and he says, “I think,” he says, “my heart is going to explode,”...

I grieve nothing. I take everything.

Oh God—”He kisses me again, this time stronger,desperate, like he has to have me, like he’s dying to memorize the feel of my lips against his own. The taste of him is making me crazy;...

My mind is a warehouse of carefully organized human emotions.I lock away the things that do not serve me.

I touch the tip of my finger to his lips. “There are secrets in here,” I say. “I want them out.”He tries to bite my finger.I steal it back.

I hear Warner laugh.I see him smile.It’s the kind of smile that transforms him into someone else entirely, the kind of smile that puts stars in his eyes and a dazzle on his lips and...

Please,” he says. “I’m begging you to stop.”I still. “I can’t stomach your pain,” he says. “I can feel it so strongly and it’s making me crazy- please,” he says to me. “Don’t be sad....

Good God, I have taken leave of my senses. I never thank Delalieu. I’ve likely given the poor man a heart attack.

I feel like I’ve been split open and stuffed with sunshine.

Only an idiot would rely on the energy of a bean or a leaf to stay awake throughout the day.

Lift your hips for me, love.

He’s looking at the wall and at the floor and at the bedsheets and at the way his knuckles look when he clenches his fist but no not at me he won’t look at me...

Every lie needs, and gives birth to, another lie

Do you never get exhausted being so wholly unbearable?