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And inside, inside I feel a dark chasm. And its getting wider, deeper. It’s breaking my heart apart more and more. The chasm is filling up. Filling up with gallons and gallons tears. Tears that were unshed, but piled up. And the endless supply of hurt, anger, and sadness grew and grew. And now its going to burst out. The tears will empty from the chasm, and fall out as a stream from my blood shot eyes. And the chasm will expand, and expand and it will be too much for my small heart that can only take so much. And my heart will crack in two. But no one will know. No one will know the about the expanding chasms, or the gallons of tears, because I will appear fine on the outside. I will keep pretending. Even though inside I’m crying, and I’m breaking in two.

But from now on the Herondales owe the Carstairs. Okay? Remember that.

You want your kids to feel happy and good about themselves. The rest they'll work out on their own. You never know what your kids will be drawn to.

Don’t ever stop believing in your own personal transformation. It is still happening even on the days you may not realize it or feel like it.

You will never feel loved until you love yourself.

Do you love her?” I ask hoarsely. His head whirls toward me. “No.” “You sure about that?” “I don’t. Not the way you do.” I relax, just slightly. “Still. You care about her.” Of course he does. We all do, because that girl flew into our house like a whirlwind and made everything come alive again. She brought steel and fire. She made us laugh again. She gave us a purpose—at first, it was us uniting against her. Then it turned into us standing beside her. Protecting her. Loving her.

Don't ruin a relationship, by giving it a name. A potential lover. A lover of the present and An ace of the past. These months, years and ages, might just forget the memory And remember the terms you used to file them in a draft.

Everyone has instances or times in life when they feel alone on their journey.

Did you heard of a man without land? Probably not! You might think that there is no man without land! But you got it wrong. Here is the first man who is lost and years feels that has no land! And if you put it in context, his feeling would be 99.9% correct.

Goodbye. Just tonight. Not ever.

Greatness in the making feels just like you feel right now

He breathed in. He breathed out. He forgot how to exhale when he wasn't at home.

He didn’t touch her. He didn’t have to. Tingles exploded down her neck, shooting toward her navel.

He hesitated. 'Serpine used my wife and child as a weapon against me. In order to do so, he had to kill them. He took my family's death and he made it about me. Valkyrie, when you die, it will be your death and yours alone. Let it come to you on your own terms.’ She nodded. ‘Valkyrie Cain,’ he said, ‘it has been an absolute pleasure knowing you.

He was supposed to be the one I loved forever. But he never saw the tears stream down my face. Never knew the hurt and humiliation and anguish. He just disappeared into the night,

He walked right to her, his long strides eating the space between them and sucking the oxygen in front of her

I'd rather have leftover pizza than leftover feelings.

I am aware of how little space there is between us--six inches at most. That space feels charged with electricity. I feel like it should be smaller.

I don’t even care enough to set the record straight. It was hilarious, what a huge liar she was. She actually believed her own bullshit.

I feel your words on my lips and feel your mood in my hips

If a child is loved, he feels worthy of love in the future

In the End of the story everyone feels unpleasant and unworthy.

I felt so stupid and young, and at the same time something was cracking open inside me, or maybe it was the world was cracking open to show me something really important underneath. I knew I was only seeing a tiny bit of it, but it was bigger than anything I'd ever seen or felt before.

I have loved you all my life, Mal," I whispered through my tears. "There is no end to our story.

I spoke to him in poetry And instead of mocking a tongue he couldn’t understand he took time to learn my language

It's always been this way. There were rumors about me even before I was born. It's why my mother never calls me Sobachka. She says it makes me sound like a mongrel." My heart gave a little pang at that. I'd been called plenty of names growing up. "I like mongrels," I said. "They have cute floppy ears." "My ears are very dignified.

I rather think he knew anyway.

I shouldn't have lost my temper that way. It just pricks his pride, makes him dig in his heels." "So why did you?" I asked, genuinely curious. It was rare for Nikolai's emotions to get the best of him. "I don't know," he said, shredding the leaf. "You got angry. I got angry. The room was too damn hot." "I don't think that's it." "Indigestion?" he offered. "It's because you actually care about what happens to this country," I said. "The throne is just a prize to Vasily, something he wants to squabble over like a favorite toy, You're not like that. You'll make a good king." Nikolai froze. "I…" For once, words seemed to have deserted him. Then a crooked, embarrassed smile crept across his face. It was a far cry from his usual self-assured grin. "Thank you," he said. I sighed as we resumed our pace. "You're going to be insufferable now, aren't you?" Nikolai laughed. "I'm already insufferable.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

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 was so over crying.

Music is the truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.

Music is the only truth that everyone do listen, feels, believes and loves.