Best 74 quotes of Tarryn Fisher on MyQuotes

Bad things happen because we live in a world with evil.

Broken people give broken love. And we are all a little broken. You just have to forgive and sew up the wounds love delivers, and move on.

Handsome, fictional men were so much easier to stomach than real life ones who smelled of Christmas and looked like a Calvin Klein model

How could you forget someone you loved even if I did rip his heart to shreds?

Human eyes are the sign language of the brain. If you watch them carefully, you can see the truth played out, raw and unguarded.

I had now officially secured my front row seat on the train to Hell. Choo choo

I have finally accepted that there are consequences to every action. I earned them and they are rightfully mine. There is no time to make bad decisions. Every step is precious. The definition of living is mine.

I think that after the first time you give your heart away, you never get it back. The rest of your life is just you pretending that you still have a heart.

It's the worst form of torture a person can imagine-the wait to die.

I’ve been all three. And now I’m undecided.

I was a relationship retard. I kicked, shoved, and punched people out of my life, so they never had a chance to hurt me.

Life balances itself on a precarious ledge, we can stay safe up high or propel off the edge.

Love is illogical. You fall into it like a manhole. Then you're just stuck. You die in love more than you live in love.

Maybe lifting someone else’s weight makes yours a little more bearable

One is a choice, and one is not.

People lie. They use you and they lie, all the while feeding you bullshit about being loyal and never leaving you. No one can make that promise, because life is all about seasons, and seasons change.

That's why writers write—to say things loudly with ink. To give feet to thoughts; to make quiet, still feelings loudly heard.

There is a string that connects us that is not visible to the eye. Maybe every person has more than one soul they are connected to, and all over the world there are those invisible strings... Maybe the chances that you'll find each and every one of your soul mates is slim. But sometimes you're lucky enough to stumble across one. And you feel a tug. And it's not so much a choice to love them though their flaws and through your differences, but rather you love them without even trying. You love their flaws.

There is more to loving someone than just making yourself happy. You have to want him to be happier than you are.

The sum of all the things we shouldn't have done in our lives is enough to kill us with the weight.

We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you'll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

Women hold all the power. They should use it like a whip, not offer it up like a sacrifice.

You can only give your heart away once, after that, everything else will chase your first love

You couldn’t get rid of the past. You couldn’t ignore it, or bury it, or throw it over the balcony. You just had to learn to live beside it. It had to peacefully co exist with your present. If I could figure out how to do that, I could be okay.

You have to be willing to be happy. Despite the mess of your life-just accept what's happened, throw away your ideals, and create a new map of happiness to follow.

You'll be surprised what someone is able to handle given no other choice.

You must not let hatred destroy you. You will lose your soul.

You never quite stop loving someone when you're in that deep.

A word of advice,” he says, as I stop in his office to say goodbye. “When you’re in love with a woman, you shouldn’t get involved with other women.” “Noted,” I say. “Though, I would like to offer that she is probably sleeping with another man as we speak.

Beauty was deceiving in the same way credit cards were. It felt like it was free, but there was high interest with little return.

Contrast is important in life. We understand what light is because we can compare it with what we know is dark. Sweet is made sweeter after we eat something bitter. It’s the very same with sadness. And it’s important to experience sadness, to embrace it in order to truly know happiness. I was just a flat line until he came along. And maybe now I’m hurting. But isn’t that what love is supposed to do? Make you feel, make you brave, make you look at yourself more carefully?

Don't make someone burn, and then try to douse the flames with the things you should have done. Those regrets are gasoline not water.

Estoy en una niebla y la mitad del tiempo ni siquiera me doy cuenta de ello.

Has estado callada tu vida entera. Estuviste callada cuando nos conocimos, callada cuando sufriste. Callada cuando la vida continúo golpeándote. Yo también estaba así, un poco. Pero no como tú. Eres inmovible. Y yo trate de moverte. No funciono. Pero eso no significa que tú no me hayas movido. Escuche todo lo que no dijiste. Lo escuche tan fuerte que no podía callarlo. Tu silencio, Senna, lo escuche en voz alta.

He is a longing I will never cure.

He looks at me then, and suddenly I know that people are what you truly need to be afraid of. People with eyes that communicate. People who can hurt you so hard you'd wish you were never born.

Her next words took me by surprise. I lay as still as I could, barely breathing, afraid that if I moved she would stop speaking her heart. “My mom wanted six children. She only got me, and that sucks for her because I was a total weirdo.” “You were not,” I said. She twisted her head up to look at me. “I used to line my lips in black eyeliner and sit cross-legged on the kitchen table … meditating.” “Not that bad,” I said. “Crying out for attention.” “Okay, when I was twelve I started writing letters to my birth mother because I wanted to be adopted.” I shook my head. “Your childhood sucked, you wanted a new reality.” She snorted air through her nose. “I thought a mermaid lived in my shower drain, and I used to call her Sarah and talk to her.” “Active imagination,” I countered. She was becoming more insistent, her little body wriggling in my grip. “I used to make paper out of dryer lint.” “Nerdy.” “I wanted to be one with nature, so I started boiling grass and drinking it with a little bit of dirt for sugar.” I paused. “Okay, that’s weird.” “Thank you!” she said. Then, she got serious again. “My mom just loved me through all of it.

He taught me who I was, something I would never have known, without his deft Handling of my personality

He was like a jalapeño, bright and smooth, but dangerously hot. A small part of me wanted to bite him.

Humans seek connection above all else, and we are willing to destroy things to attain it.

Humans weren’t made to carry someone else’s weight. We can barely lift our own.” “Maybe lifting someone else’s weight makes yours a little more bearable

I put the photo in an album called Mortifying Emotional Moments, and I title it Soggy Napkin Note. The last selfie I posted in there was of me on the day I graduated college. My perfectly made up face is happy ... relieved. I called that one: Sallie Mae Can Suck It.

I’ve come to the conclusion that there are no set rules in life. You do what you have to do to survive. If that means running away from the love of your life to preserve your sanity, you do it. If it means breaking someone’s heart so yours doesn’t break; do it. Life is complicated — too much so for there to be absolutes. We are all so broken. Pick up a person, shake them around and you’ll hear the rattling of their broken pieces. Pieces our fathers broke, or our mothers, or our friends, strangers, or our loves.

I was just a flat line until he came along. And maybe now I'm hurting. But isn't that what love is supposed to do? Make you feel, make you brave, make you look at yourself more carefully?

Las personas rotas dan amor roto. Pero todos estamos algo rotos. Sólo tienes que perdonar y coser las heridas que deja el amor, y seguir adelante.

Love is a Godgiven tool. It screws things back in place that were loose, and it cleans out all the broken pieces that you don’t need anymore.

...love was desire and desire was an emptiness.

Maybe the guy loves a good bitch - but you're treading a thin line between attractively bitchy and psycho.

Okay", I breathed. "Then what will it take?" I was completely out of my element. Begging a girl to go on a date with me. This was fucked up." "Miss it." I stared into her cold, blue eyes and knew I'd just met the kind of girl books are written about.

Olivia married sexy Ghandi. No wonder she loves her husband.