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I’ve been alone in my mind for so long that this void doesn’t frighten me.
Fear manifested itself as a physical presence that seemed to dominate the public sphere. Time almost stopped. Even without confirmation I could sense that something had gone terribly wrong.
Was I happy? Maybe more content than bouncing-off-the-sofa-like-Tom-Cruise-ecstatic, but that’s still happy isn’t it?
Mi coprii la faccia con la mano e piansi le lacrime più cocenti che avessi mai versato. Le sentii serpeggiare tra le dita e giù per il mento, e scottarmi, e mi si chiuse il naso, e non riuscivo a smettere, e poi lei mi toccò il polso. «Se mi tocchi muoio» dissi. «Sei sicura che non verrai con me? Non c'è speranza che tu venga? Dimmi soltanto questo». «No» rispose. «No, caro, no». Non mi aveva mai chiamato caro.
...alone is such a nebulous state when one is queen.
hide your feelings, hide you thoughts, hide your self from the world but dont hide you from you cause only you know where you stand & the world's knows nothing
To die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward.
Jewel E. Ann
I felt significantly insignificant, as if my presence in the world, albeit small, was still necessary.
How extraordinary the ordinary really is, a tool we all use to keep going, a template for sanity.
Much has been written of love turning to hatred, of the heart growing cold with the death of love. It is a remarkable process. It is far more terrible than anything I have ever read about it, more terrible than anything I will ever be able to say.
The dark skies of despair are no match for the bright skies of hope.
Cold summer night The night is silence But your voice is shouting My mind reminiscing Your love is lacking The night is cold Longing of your arms I need your heat And your gone The dawn is immenent I'm dreaming of you My eyes are crying I'm missing you The gleam of sunrise Touching my face The heat on my skin Like the touch of your hand The sun is born again once more New expectation, new hope Expecting you missing me Hoping to see you
We shall meet, but as strangers. It is the end of an era. A whole part of my life is torn away.
As I studied the remians of book pages, scatered among the ashes, my heart sank.
Tony had spent a great deal of time dwelling on whoever this poor Disney hostess must have been, not as a casualty but as a person. She never got to be an adult, he’d told himself in horror.
I don't drink to make others look better, I just drink to make myself feel prettier.
And all this aching memories of you are floating through my burning veins; letting my scars glow in a dark blue reflecting the colour of your weary eyes.
She leaned against him slightly, and his heart pounded in his chest. He let go of her hand and scooted away a bit. He could not let her like him, he was only her protector, and that's how it would remain.
In a polished surface of metal I happen to notice my reflected face; it wears a pale, beaten lonely look, eyes looking out at nothing with an expression of fear, frightened and lonely in a nightmare world. Something, I don’t know what, makes me think of my childhood; I remember myself as a schoolchild sitting at a hard wooden desk, and then as a little girl with thick, fair, wind-tossed hair, feeding the swans in a park. And it seems both strange and sad to me that all those childish years were spent in preparation for this – that, forgotten by everybody, with a beaten face, I should serve machinery in a place far away from the sun.
. . . the superiority of some infinite reserve and the mystery of some infinite sadness.
Fear is the most prodigious enemy of our soul
Ang mga sagot ngayo'y baon-baon mo na sa kung saan ka man papunta. Sa paglisan mo ngayon, hindi ka na talaga babalik. Babalik ka man sa aking isip, nakaapak pa rin ako sa lupa kung saan bawat buhos ng ulan ay magsisimula akong mangarap muli. Ako na lang, mag-isa.
Promise was like a precious stone, she told me: hypnotising, but after a while the weight of it could sink you.
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 cheek, caressing my face. "Hush. I'm right here." He looks at me with deep anguish in his eyes. Like there's so much he wants to tell me but feel it's too late now. I want to stroke his face and tell him that it will be okay. That everything will be all right. And I wish so badly that it would be.
YOU have to design your own Price tag for the world.
It is the end of the world. Surely you could be allowed a few carnal thoughts.
If I were a bird,I could wish a flight unrestrained, and without bothering my sadness.
Everything in her life, she could see now, had taken the same turn—as for love, she often puzzled and puzzled, without ever allowing herself to be fully sad, as to what could be wrong with the formula. It does not work, she thought. At times there were moments when she asked herself if she could have been in the wrong: she would almost rather think that. What she thought she regretted was her lack of guard, her wayward extravagance—but had she all the time been more guarded than she imagined, had she been deceitful, had she been seen through? For what had always happened she could still not account. There seemed to be some way she did not know of by which people managed to understand each other.
The Ivy League is developing a sad history of preventable mercury poisoned employees that has led to death in at least one case.
Give me another Chance Then, You will Get Less than I Gain...
They would never have demanded he be like them; they hardly wanted to be themselves.
Lailah Gifty Akita
If you sing a song, you never be sad.
I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.
Stay I whisper to him. Stay in the car. Stay in this moment. But of course he never does.
If love were human I would’ve set them on fire by now — a screaming blaze of smoke and flesh. I’d breathe in the blackness once more just to feel love’s destruction, its mortality filling in the hollow of my ribcage without a heart.
The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we're hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.
He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.
The choice was whether to be sad and foolish or sad and reasonable.
We all have this perfect little image of who we want to be, but it is unnecessary. Throw the image away. You're already you just be the best version of yourself.
Her eyes are liquid and draining out of her.
But more words tumble out. 'You're a painter. You're a baker. You like to sleep with the windows open. You never take sugar in your tea. And you always double-knot your shoelaces.' Then I dive into my tent before I do something stupid like cry.
We're all guilty of dedicating time to people who didn't value it.
Mehmet Murat Ildan
If you are happy with your present time, you will look at your past with happy eyes even if you have had a sad past!
Love that brings you sorrow is better than hate that brings you joy.
Never make a promise which you think is hard to keep. Never make a promise though!!
My lips have touched more bottles than lovers and I'm half a shot away from psychotic.
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.
Pain does not crown a pilgrim the same way as happiness which does not dawn upon a jester.
Approaching the Start of Civil Exams Perhaps I was once a young Chinese scholar approaching the start of civil exams, my mind grown weary and sad from seclusion with books on syntax and poetic style. All that I knew were the mist-covered mountains and sweet white blossoms of mountain apples that grew in the valleys of my province. But I had been gone over six years busy with studies in the Heavenly City empty and thin despite my work. I showed my verses to an older poet who told me a truth I longed to believe: all knowledge is futile and barren which does not open the love of your friends.
They make me...they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don't know, like weighted down, but then these patches...