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Truths, yes. One after another, one boulder settling down, then another. And another. Blotting out the light, darkness closing in, grit and sand sifting down, a solid silence when the last one is in place. Now, dear fool, try drawing a breath. A single breath. There were clouds closed fast round the moon. And one by one, gardens died.

Tutte le notti continuo a chiedere al Signore, "Perché?" E ancora non ho avuto una risposta decente.

Tužna projekcija života za pjesnika je primamljivija od samog života.

Tutt'a un tratto io... voglio vivere. Ed è grazie a voi...

Ultimately, everything we do is merely in hopes of being loved or spreading it.

Umutsuz bir aşk çökmüşse gönlüne sabahın üçünde, özellikle onun orada, yerinde olmadığı kuşkusuna kapıldığında telefon etmeyi gururuna yediremiyorsan, ister istemez içe dönüp kendinle baş başa kalırsın; o anda akrep gibi sokarsın kendini ya da hiçbir zaman postalamayacağın mektuplar yazarsın ona, ya da odanda ileri geri volta atarsın, hem küfür hem dua edersin, sarhoş olursun ya da kendini öldürecekmiş gibi davranırsın. Bu gidişat bir süre sonra tatsızlaşır, bıktırır insanı. Yaratıcı biriysen -ama unutma , o anda boktan bir durumdasın- acılı anılardan ortaya elle tutulur bir şeyler çıkarabilir miyim diye sorarsın kendi kendine. Ve işte bir gece saat üç sularında başıma gelen tam buydu. Birden karar vermiştim , çektiğim acıyı tuvale dökecektim..

Understand something people, we will be hated by many in the name of Christ, ridiculed, mocked, stoned, slaughtered. We will be fined, jailed and killed for our love for Christ. You are supposed to see better with your eyes today, how close this is happening, just prepare your heart and soul to be braver than Peter and not deny Christ in the moment your life might be in jeopardy for Him and what you believe. Apostle Pauls says to live is Christ to die is gain.

Underneath my imagination there didn't seem to be anything solid except for the space where I shoved my pain and sadness. Besides that, there were only twisted steel threads of axiety, woven through my body and brain, wired into me like a constant warning. Watch out, stay still, move away, stay silent, fight back, run and hide. Even when I was dreaming, but more so when I was awake, there was the constant fear of being caught off-guard, or by the wrong person at the wrong time.

Unfortunately, the most significant moments of our lives are often unpleasant.

until it is taken out of your mind, it is never lost and it is never gone

Until there is no longer the possibility of sadness, of isolation, there can be no gravity. We all float by, rootless, taking clumsy astronaut steps and calling it progress.

Unwept tears hold more agony than the ones shed

UPON FACES ANGEL TEARS... YOUR VOICES IN OUR EARS

Very happy or unhappy, people disappear.

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.

Waiting for a book to be published is like having a baby. It would be nine months before we heard the patter of tiny pages trotting through the letter box, and the bookcase shuffled it's shelves in boredom and I was a martyr to morning sickness.

Voy a tener que irme a un planeta sin aire. Porque eres el aire. Eres el aire. Eres el aire. Y el agua. Y los jazmines. Y mi sombra. Y mi canto. ¡Vete! ¿No te han dicho, acaso, que los muertos no regresan? Nunca regresan. Nunca regresan. Nunca regresan.

Wake up from death, return to life.

Waktu itu semua sudah tidak ada yang bisa kuingat. Karena waktu itu kata-kata sudah seakan tidak berarti lagi. Yang ada di memoriku hanyalahwarna pekat. Kucari warna-waran lain , tidak pernah ada. Bahkan putih pun sudah seperti jelaga.

...waktu sudah membekukan lidahku untuk meratap.

Waking up was the worst part. When the blissful sleep was replaced by a slow stirring feeling as the memories made their way through the veil of dreams.

Wanna know what a bullet feels like, Warren? A real one? It’s not like in the comics…I think you need to. Feel it…It’s not going to make a neat little hole. First - it’ll obliterate your internal organs. Your lung will collapse, feels like drowning…When it finally hits your spine, it’ll blow your central nervous system-…I’m talking. The pain will be unbearable, but you won’t be able to move… A bullet usually travels faster than this, of course. But the dying? It seems like it takes forever. Something, isn’t it? One tiny piece of metal destroys everything. It ripped her insides out… It took her light away. From me. From the world… And now the one person who should be here is gone - and a waste like you gets to live. A tiny piece of metal. Can you feel it now?

Wanting to cry doesn't mean you can.

Warriors don't worry, we win!

Was it worth while, he thought, to be so wise, if wisdom made one at times so sad? Was it well to sacrifice Faith for Fact, when Faith was so warm and Fact so cold? Was it better to be a dreamer of things possible, or a worker-out of things positive? And how much was positive, after all, and how much possible? He balanced the question lightly with himself. It was like a discord in the music of his mind, and disturbed his peace.

Was Father getting sadder, or was she just getting old enough to see it?

We are afflicted with a darkness of the soul and fall in love with our pain.

We all go through highs and lows in life. But sometimes for an extended period of time the lows just don't go away. I have gone through such phases in my life and so I know exactly how it feels to go through depression. If you feel that you are going through depression then do talk about it with someone you love and trust. Don't just keep everything bottled up in your heart and soul. And by sharing and caring with another person you will get healed!

We are creatures of rage and madness and bitter tears and we knew that from the start. Our end was disaster and we knew that from the start. We knew it all from the start.

Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time...

Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.

We are all a little broken, Somewhere, Somehow, Sometime. & that's okay!

–We are all dying– she told me. –Even something of the immortal will die– “What?” –Meaning–

We are not always someone else's half, but they can be ours. You'd think two halves make a whole, but some two halves make a hole.

We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.

We are sometimes depressed by our failure to convince people who strongly believe that we are that we are definitely not depressed.

We are sometimes dragged into a pit of unhappiness by someone else’s opinion that we do not look happy.

We are so much distracted nowadays. There is so much distractions in the world today call it internet, media, football matches etc. but don't let it consume you.

We are strengthening by different experiences in life; Sad times, happy moments. Poverty, riches. Failure, success. Troubles, good times. Losing, winning.

Wearing an antique bridal gown, the beautiful queen of the vampires sits all alone in her dark, high house under the eyes of the portraits of her demented and atrocious ancestors, each one of whom, through her, projects a baleful posthumous existence; she counts out the Tarot cards, ceaselessly construing a constellation of possibilities as if the random fall of the cards on the red plush tablecloth before her could precipitate her from her chill, shuttered room into a country of perpetual summer and obliterate the perennial sadness of a girl who is both death and the maiden.

We began our hospital visits: one day Susan, one day me, everyday The Big Hoom. On one of these visits, she told me about the tap that opened at my birth and the lack drip filling her up, and it tore a hole in my heart. If this was what she could manage with a single sentence, what did thirsty years of marriage do to The Big Hoom?

We can assist other souls’ hearts and make their world brighter when they are traveling through a difficult experience not by lowering ourselves to their level of sadness but by lifting them up with the light of our joy.

Webs of deceit were not only tangled, they were also very lonely.

We declared war on one another's heart. And once the bombs dropped, & wars of words began, all that was left were the ruins of what was once everything. Something once so beautiful, that even those dull ruins held it's own tragic beauty all their own.

we come for helping you but you said ថ្លង់ណាស់ អាគណបក្សនេះ មិនដឹងជាមករកអី។ មើលមុខប្រជាពលរដ្ឋនៅម្ដុំនោះសមតាហ្មង សមនឹងបាត់ដី។

Weißt Du, daß es außer den über dreißig Farben in einem Farbtub-Kasten noch eine weitere, für Menschenaugen sehr wohl sichtbare Farbe gibt — die der Traurigkeit?

We have an obligation to feel guilty." The words came out of her lips as if she were reciting an elegy. "Guilty. Because we kill the ones we love.

We have to give up so many things when the people we love die. So we hang on to other familiar things.

Wehe dem, der zusehen und sagen könnte: die Törin! Hätte sie gewartet, hätte sie die Zeit wirken lassen, die Verzweiflung würde sich schon gelegt, es würde sich schon ein anderer sie zu trösten vorgefunden haben. - Das ist eben, als wenn einer sagte: der Tor, stirbt am Fieber! Hätte er gewartet, bis seine Kräfte sich erholt, seine Säfte sich verbessert, der Tumult seines Blutes sich gelegt hätten: alles wäre gut gegangen, und er lebte bis auf den heutigen Tag!

We live in a terrible world, "happiness" is defined by how lucky you are in society, let me say this; out of life experiences spanning throughout my 19-20 years of my life, I learned that life is unfair, but ironically, every time I TRY to do something right, it gets spit back in my f###### face. In short, even though it may sound depressing or negative, in life, it is desperately not fair, nothing will be happy or normal and if something happens that you thought shouldn't or cant, it's going to happen anyway, the truth is the truth, and the truth hurts, deal with it, and sometimes nothing will ever get better from there ever again, deal with it.