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The faery lady looked at Hettie curiously from beneath her wig. "You know..." she said, very softly. "All I wanted was that you would be my friend. That isn't very much to ask, is it? Doesn't everyone in the Smoke Lands have a friend? Doesn't everyone have someone?" She smiled pitifully and looked away. "I wanted a little person who would be mine, because no one else is. Life is so lonely when one lives as long as we do, in such a horrible, horrible house. But you never wanted to be my friend. You never, ever did.
— Stefan Bachmann, The Whatnot
What’s left of what your body was —once the girl with bare shoulder blades , giggling, once the girl galloping an imaginary horse, once the girl sleeping in her sequined red dress— was now ash in a jar. Grains of bone. But then, I knew it wasn’t you anymore. You were somewhere more.
— Ava Dellaira
Could you be happy if you woke up and suddenly you were no one special?
apart from being suicidal I'm fine
— jack harries
I'm sad now, the way we're talking is infinitely sad: faded music, faded paper flowers, worn satin, an echo of an echo. All gone away, no longer possible.
— Margaret Atwood, The Handmaid's Tale
It wasn't the same. I'm pretty good at making the best of things, but it wasn't the same.
— Lois Lowry, A Summer to Die
Then, all of a sudden, those pea-green lawns where the first scarlet poppies were flowering, those canary-yellow fields which striped the tawny hills sloping down to a sea full of azure glints, all seemed so trivial to me, so banal, so false, so much in contrast with Ayl's person, with Ayl's world, with Ayl's idea of beauty, that I realized her place could never have been out here. And I realized, with grief and fear, that I had remained out here, that I would never again be able to escape those gilded and silvered gleams, those little clouds that turned from pale blue to pink, those green leaves that yellowed every autumn, and that Ayl's perfect world was lost forever, so lost I couldn't even imagine it any more, and nothing was left that could remind me of it, even remotely, nothing except perhaps that cold wall of gray stone.
— Italo Calvino, Cosmicomics
Well, it hurts but that maybe the only way.
— Ria Destriana, We Quit Us
There is already enough wars in this world. Love was not meant to be one of them, Save the ammunition.
— Cody Solomon
done coma, walking/talking,art, cookery. scouts then wrote two books, asked for help, gave a book to HRH Princess Anne, tried publisher, got another DEGREE, now Google Gillian Mk2, what else can I do?
— Gillian Firth, Gillian Mk2
We don't get to choose if we get hurt in this world, old man, but we do have a say in who hurts us. I know I like my choices. I hope she likes hers.I do, Augustus. I do.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
She loves him sobut he didn't stay.The wind can't blowthis storm away.
— Phoebe Stone, Romeo Blue
maybe if people weren't so careless, then nothing would need to be caged.
— A.S. King, Ask the Passengers
And that's just it. This is how it is. Always. To pay attention to things. People. It's too easy to fail other people. And the good-byes. You never have the time you think. It brings tears to my eyes. I blink them away.
— Amy McNamara, Lovely, Dark and Deep
Black funeral dress. Black heels. Black headband in my hair. Death has a style all it's own. I'm glad I don't have to wear it very often.
— Courtney C. Stevens, Faking Normal
In her room death would come as a friend, a friend with cool gentle hands . . .
— Mary Higgins Clark, A Stranger Is Watching
I felt significantly insignificant, as if my presence in the world, albeit small, was still necessary.
— Jewel E. Ann, Holding You
Whenever you are depressed ,write your signature on a paper and write and write finally you ll have pain in you hand than your mind.
— pavankumar nagaraj
Look into My eyes and tell me "Do you hate me ? 
— pavankumar nagaraj
I guess you have to born in the Pit to find light where there isn’t any.
— S.M. McEachern, Sunset Rising
I hope we meet again," said Ramman."I do too," Tel Hesani said, then added underneath his breath, "Although I fear it won't be in this world.
— Darren Shan, The Thin Executioner
I confidently walked up to the counter, and his friends moved to the side to let me through. I handed him the note. "Happy Birthday," I said. Then I smiled and walked out of the store. I did my crossing-the street trick again, lurking in the shadows and watching. I could see him turn the note over in his hand, open it and read, then turn it over again. He passed it to his friends, who passed it between them. Then I watched him make a shrugging gesture with his hands. And then they were all laughing again. My mortification was total and overpowering. I was suddenly having a very difficult time standing. I had experienced a perfect note of utter and true clarity. He was straight.
— Augusten Burroughs, Running with Scissors
we are houses eaten by rivers because we do not know their smell.
— Nayyirah Waheed, Salt
That girl had two chances. And both of us let her down.
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
Everybody’s got sad stories.” Devon’s voice was as ungiving as stone. “And everyone thinks they’re so very special and broken because of them.
— Kat Zhang, Once We Were
The worst thing about falling to pieces is that humans can do it so quietly.
— r.i.d
His hand closed automatically around the fake Horcrux, but in spite of everything, in spite of the dark and twisting path he saw stretching ahead for himself, in spite of the final meeting with Voldemort he knew must come, whether in a month, in a year, or in ten, he felt his heart lift at the thought that there was still one last golden day of peace left to enjoy with Ron and Hermione.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
There is a untold sad story behind everyone's status 'SINGLE'.
— @ hu
Two people occupying the same air. Nothing else in common. Just oxygen.
— Dawn French, Oh Dear Silvia
Never make a promise which you think is hard to keep. Never make a promise though!!
— Anamika Mishra
Whenever my phone blinks fist thought come to mind is u and only u.
— pavankumar nagaraj
When you come out of the storm you won't be the same person that walked in. That's what the storm is all about.
— Haruki Murakami
It is irritating when someone talking to me,When she is not talking
— pavankumar nagaraj
We were a bit like bacon and eggs, where y'know, the chicken is involved, but the pig is really committed? I totally gave myself to it just as we promised, "for better or worse", and you didn't see it like that.
— Dawn French, Oh Dear Silvia
I am only my money. It is all anyone sees, even Adam.
— Maggie Stiefvater, The Raven Boys
Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.
— Faraaz Kazi
The hard part is that I lost myself. In the midst of life happening all around me, I lost the ability to be okay, I lost the ability to trust. I lost the ability to love myself, and when that happens, you lose everything. And when the one person in the entire world who loves you unconditionally is gone, then you start wondering who will love you? And then when you start wondering, you get scared that you have to even ask that question. But since you have already asked yourself that, you can’t ignore it. Who will love you now? Who could possibly love everything about you, now that the only person in the world who could, is gone? Hell, you don’t even love yourself. Why would someone else? And then when you realize that, the relationship you’re in seems pointless. Because you start believing that they won’t ever be able to withstand your problems and craziness. And then that snowballs to even more insecurities and fear, and you feel trapped in this broken body that can’t ever be healed. And then you feel lost, torn, broken, unfixable, damaged, and like nothing in the entire world could ever possibly be okay again. Because you know from the past, that even when everything seems okay, another devastating blow comes around again and knocks you back down. So you feel even smaller, even weaker. By that point you’re at the bottom, you’re looking up in tears, ready to scream for help. But you’re not sure who’s going to be there, and if the person who does show up, is going to be the person you need, the person who’s going to pick you up, and help you heal. And then you realize again, that you lost yourself. That in the midst of life happening all around you, you lost ability to be okay.
— Sabrina K
How are you going to forget him if you keep talking about him? Darling, when things go wrong in life, this is what you do. You lift your chin, put on a ravishing smile, mix yourself a little cocktail... and out you go.
— Sophie Kinsella, Twenties Girl
...and said with the softness of repressed violence, 'I am not one to stick his neck out; it is a bit of a reach. I was waiting for the smallest sign that you could love me... I never got it.
— Rebecca Ashe
I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.
— Beatrice Sparks, Go Ask Alice
No, I don't think I've been defiled. But I haven't been saved, either. There's nobody who can save me right now, Mr. Wind-Up Bird. The world looks totally empty to me. Everything I see around me looks fake. The only thing thay isn't fake is that gooshy thing inside me.
— Haruki Murakami, The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle
You want to hear it? Fine. It’s a simple story really, about a pretty girl who was pretty stupid. She let a man touch her because she was scared to say no, and then she told her parents because she was scared to say nothing. Then they were scared to do anything that might ruin their pretty little lives, so they told the girl that it was nothing. That just being touched wasn’t enough to fight for. Too scared to prove them wrong, she kept going like it was nothing, and she let more people touch her, never knowing that she was handing out pieces of herself. Or, hell, maybe she knew deep down, and she just hated herself so much that she was glad to be rid of them. And life wasn’t pretty, but it also wasn’t scary until she met a man with two names who touched her without taking and made her miss the pieces she had lost. And now things aren’t just scary, they’re fucking terrifying, and I can’t do it. I can’t live like this, knowing all that I’ve ruined and that it can’t be fixed.
— Cora Carmack, Finding It
He caught my hands as they pulled through my hair, and pulled my body against his, and I felt all the holes in me. My sobs echoed through them like caverns, and I never would have thought empty could be made of such weight.I couldn’t breathe around it.
— Cora Carmack, Finding It
I destroyed myself because I thought no one will destroy me that way but I guess I was wrong... they're stonger.
— Marivil
I heard Tash say: Nomi, you’re sad man. Get a grip. Walk away. What have I taught you? And I thought: You taught me that some people can leave and some can’t and those who can will always be infinitely cooler than those you can’t and I’m one of the ones who can’t because you’re one of the ones who did and there’s this old guy in a wool suit sitting in an empty house who has no one but me now thank you very, very, very much.
— Miriam Toews, A Complicated Kindness
By making sad ones happy, we find our happiness!
— Neeky Albert
I didn't have all the answers, but at least I had a goal. Revenge. Who cared if it would eat me up inside and leave me hollow?
— Brandon Sanderson
I glory in the emotionally commonplace
— Lionel Shriver, We Need to Talk About Kevin
I pictured her tragically
—  it never once ocurred to me to picture her as the tragedy.
They [Percy and Annabeth] held the Doors shut as the elevator shuddered and the music played, while somewhere below them, a Titan and a giant sacrificed their lives for their escape.
— Rick Riordan, The House of Hades
Torture: knowing something makes no sense, but doing it anyways.
— Corey Ann Haydu, OCD Love Story
...The human mind is a complicated place...We hold on to things, images, words, ideas, histories that we don't even know we're holding on to.
— Corey Ann Haydu, OCD Love Story
Sometimes I feel so alone in the world. A tiny speck of nothing in a sea of emptiness.
— Edwyna Hughes
God is such a cruel godfor making you so wonderful,and for making me so weak.
— Sade Andria Zabala, Coffee and Cigarettes
We are inside soft, sweet and pure white despair.
— Eiji Mikage, 空ろの箱と零のマリア 1
For some, like me, writing comes at a price. My best creations were written while I was emotionally ripped open. I've spent some scenes so mentally self-exposed that I could barely see what I was writing. And as I sit here-my heart pounding, heaviness threatening to pull my heart down to my stomach, I ask myself this question...are you ready to bleed some more? I smile and without pause, I pull up my current WIP.
— Jennifer Salaiz
If we just had some time to ourselves, we could talk to each other the way we used to. Maybe about nothing in particular at first, but even that would be a start.
— A. Manette Ansay, Vinegar Hill
Only Gatsby, the man who gives his name to this book, was exempt from my reaction -- Gatsby, who represented everything for which I have an unaffected scorn ... No -- Gatsby turned out all right in the end; it was what prayed on Gatsby, what foul dust floated in the wake of his dreams that temporarily closed out my interest in the abortive sorrows and the short-winded elations of men.
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Mirad had asked for peace for his birthday.Imagine, a boy of thirteen who asks for peace as a birthday present.When I heard that I cried.
— Ad De Bont, Mirad, A Boy From Bosnia
I write about love all the time, what a tragedy those stories turn into.
— Turcois Ominek
Let us ride our own orbits and trust that they will meet. May our reunion be not a finding but a sweet collision of destinies!
— Jerry Spinelli, Love, Stargirl
Make love to me,” she whispered. “If you make love to me then it is two of us. There is just one of him when he takes my blood, but we are two.” “We are two and more than two,” he whispered in her ear, and then he lifted her and carried her to the bed.
— Louise Murphy, The True Story of Hansel and Gretel
The choice was whether to be sad and foolish or sad and reasonable.
— Vicki Covington, Bird of Paradise
i see tear drops flow from youre eyes and relise life is sometimes hard but crying is not something to be ashamed about
— tv show kagal
I am a shadow. I walk the wet roads under the dim light of the pale lamps, in the darkest hour of the cold dull nights.I walk past the silent graveyard of the dead memories, towards the city of chaos plagued with gloom.I do not exist, but in the eyes of the shattered souls. In the chapter of an old book. In the poem. In the smile of a wrecked and in the tear of a broken spirit.Listen me in the songs told in the times long forgotten.Search for me in the churchs and temples, bars and brothels,pitch black nights and the colorless days.Dive down in your deepest part of your soul. And you will find my home.I have many faces but I have no face of my own. I am a shadow.
— Foaad Ahmad
A moment later, Liam's bright blue eyes opened, and he was seeing me. He just wasn't seeing Ruby.
— Alexandra Bracken, The Darkest Minds
And the rain drops kept falling like the sweetest musicleaving tears on the glass,which is what music does to memost of the timebut silence too. and rain.
— Charlotte Eriksson
I just wish you could see my demons for what they are, and lay here beside me on the floor. No words. Just your presence.
— Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles; in search for The Great Perhaps
I guess I always knew there was something wrong with me, but I thought it was because of my father, or my mother, and the pain they bequeathed to me like a family heirloom, handed down from generation to generation.- Tobias Eaton
— Veronica Roth, Allegiant
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
— Faraaz Kazi
April 43rd 2000Today is the day of great triumph. There is a king of Spain. He has been found at last. That king is me. I only discovered this today. Frankly, it all came to me in a flash.
— Nikolai Gogol, Diary of a Madman and Other Stories
Sometimes it all becomes too much. Your body and mind will just give way. Part of you may want to blissfully fade into nothing, but you never do. After a while all the memories and emotions make you shut down but never fully disappear—it’s safer for you this way, to be excluded. It’s a time to be alone, to heal, and to find yourself. It doesn’t mean you’ve given up or stopped trying; it just means you know what’s best for you.Breathing is medicine. I forgot how to breathe, but I’m learning all over again.
— Mandi Lynn, Essence
You can't be gone. I need you here, with me. What am I going to do without you?
— Patrick Carman, Pulse
And so you know what I did with those sad things? I put them in boxes. I put the sad things in the boxes in my head, and I closed them up and I put tape on them and I stacked them up in the corner and threw a blanket over them.""Braintape?
— Maggie Stiefvater, Forever
I called Isaac, who cursed life and the universe and God Himself and who said where are the goddamned trophies to break when you need them, and then I realized there was no one else to call, which was the saddest thing. The only person I really wanted to talk to about Augustus Waters’s death was Augustus Waters.
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars
I am tired of days that are all the same.
— Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
The total number of people who understand relativistic time, even after eighty years since the advent of special relativity, is still much smaller than the number of people who believe in horoscopes.
— Yuval Ne'eman
All work and no play will make you sad and grey!
— Habeeb Akande
Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...
— Abhishek Rath
life is like a tree, when you feeling down the leaves fall off.
— Iyonna Williams
{...]I began to feel tears of frustration build up in my eyes, yearning to free themselves from their glandular prisons.
— Andrea Bouchaud, Twenty in Paris: A Young American Perspective of Studying Abroad in Paris
You can not go back. That's why it's hard to choose. You have to make the right choice. As long, as you don't choose, everything remains possible.
— Jaco Van Dormael, Mr. Nobody
Aiden was gone. Like Caleb, but in a different way. I'd lost both of them.
— Jennifer L. Armentrout, Pure
She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.
— David Levithan, Are We There Yet?
How did my world get so small?
— David Levithan, Are We There Yet?
Lily slumped, putting her shaking hands on his shoulders. "But you will, won't you?" Pansy's voice broke into a sob. "Yes, Pan," Galen said quietly. "I don't like that," Pansy said. Galen stood and put his arms around the fine-boned girl, while Rose continued to comfort Lily. Oliver looked away. It was such a private moment; he hated to intrude on it. Galen was beloved by all of the sisters, but the love between him and Rose was so clear and shining that it hurt to look at them, spending their last hours together caring for the other girls.
— Jessica Day George, Princess of the Silver Woods
She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.
— Faraaz Kazi
Put meunderneath God's sky and know medon't just look at me with your eyesTake awaythis mask of flesh and bone andsee me for my soulalone
— Jay Asher, Thirteen Reasons Why
Tis torture, and not mercy. Heaven is here Where Juliet lives, and every cat and dog And little mouse, every unworthy thing, Live here in heaven and may look on her, But Romeo may not.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet: Plain Text: The Graphic Novel
I miss you so much! And while this hole in my heart will never be filled again, I find comfort knowing that you are nestled within the loving embrace of God… and that I was blessed to know you… even if only for a little while.
— Steve Maraboli
Reality is knowing that you will get hurt. That there’s no stopping it, but you still try. Even after you’re hurt, you first want to suffer through it, for some reason thinking the afflictions will help. You find out later that the remedy is time. Time supposedly heals everything. How can you know though? Is it when you forget or when it doesn’t hurt to think about it anymore?
— Mandi Lynn, Essence
...But still, even now, to think of it, I feel something akin to that happiness. And I've more reason now than ever to say that happiness is not what I will ever know, or will ever deserve to know. I am not so much in love with happiness. Yet the name Paris makes me feel it.
— Anne Rice, Interview with the Vampire
Ari!" Jeb had finally seen his son. He rushed to Ari's side and knelt next to him. Looking stunned, he gathered Ari's hulking form and held him to his chest. "I'm so sorry." I saw his mouth shape the words, though I couldn't hear them. "I'm so sorry." He bent over Ari's form, mindless of his vulnerable position.
— James Patterson, Saving the World and Other Extreme Sports
Saying sorry doesn't mean there isn't guilt & forgiving doesn't mean that the pain is gone.
— Harriet Morgan
It's the end of the summer. It's the end of it all. Those days are gone, it's over now, we're moving on.
— Theory of a Deadman
When sweet lullabies are whispered into the sky, my heart is filled with with the sorrow of time. So when the kiss of a midnight moon ends, drop sweet nothings to fill my ear. Too many years to be sincere, and too many lost favorites that were never there.A tear or two, and maybe three; apathy is-and may not be me. 
— Melody Aurora
His fingers splayed out while my heart slammed against his hand."How did i ever stay away from you ? I heard this calling out for me everyday." I could feel is breath across my face,his words so sad,filled with so much regret."Did you here mine?""yes",I breathed out as my whole body began to shake under his."My heart only beat because I could still feel your love.It was the only thing i had.
— A.L. Jackson, Pulled
Just because you fall down doesnt mean your hurt in the process yet mabey you found your lost ear ring
— MEEEEEEE
Our education system is today run by left-wing elitists who believe the US is too big, too arrogant, and must be reigned-in... Real sad.
— Ziad K. Abdelnour, Economic Warfare: Secrets of Wealth Creation in the Age of Welfare Politics
However, sexual anorexics do have a definite profile that separates them from the larger population of those having difficulty being sexual: They are often extremely competent people who are committed to doing things very well and have a fear of making mistakes and being human.
— Patrick J. Carnes, Sexual Anorexia: Overcoming Sexual Self-Hatred
Becky was a weed.  Nobody ever wanted them taking over the bigger, prettier plants.  People went to all extremes to make them go away.  They sprayed poison, pulled until the roots gave way. They felt only like their garden was complete when every tendril was extirpated.  This was how she felt from birth.
— Ruth McLeod-Kearns, Weeds
Without direction, the respiratory technician goes to the head of the bed. She takes the tubing, attaches it to the oxygen, and turns it on as high as it will go. She provides a seal with her hand cupped over the plastic mask, over the nose and mouth of the toddler, and methodically provides oxygenated air. Doyle’s tiny chest rises and falls while I listen with my stethoscope. I am reaching for another breathing tube.“Fib!” Dr. Pedras feels for a pulse while another places gelled pads on her chest.
— Ruth McLeod-Kearns, Love, Loss, Trauma
You never know when you might be seeing someone for the last time.
— Marilynne Robinson, Housekeeping
How foolish to yearn to ask the very person who'd caused the pain to heal it
— Judith McNaught, A Kingdom of Dreams
If you had to pack your whole life into a suitcase-not just the practical things, like clothing, but the memories of the people you had lost and the girl you had once been-what would you take?
— Jodi Picoult, The Storyteller
Marriage to the groom does not means that his heart belongs to the bride.
— Dennis E. Adonis
I know she is crying. Her tears fall on the wrong side, into the bottomless well inside her.
— Susan Abulhawa, Mornings in Jenin
You're letting me go?"He curled his upper lip, his expression painfully bitter as he took a step back from me. "Apparently... I never had a hold of you." He turned sharply, and without another word striding down the street into the dark.Braden never once looked back and that was a good thing.If he had, he'd have seen Jocelyn Butler crying real tears for the first time in a long time, and he would have known that I'd lied. And lied big. For anyone who saw me, knew they were watching a heart in the process of it breaking.
— Samantha Young, On Dublin Street
It was like this blackness that crept into the corners of my life until everything was grey and dirty. My insides felt burnt out, like if you cut me open, all you would find would be smoke. No heart. No bones. There was nothing left, just the anger. It followed me everywhere. It sat on my bed and watched me sleep and when I had to eat, it looked at me across the table.
— Tanya Byrne, Heart-Shaped Bruise
Her secret fear? Maybe she didn't tried hard enough.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
Stay away from any minute of joy that can bring you a lifetime of sorrow.
— Dennis E. Adonis
Did life treat everyone so wantonly, ripping the good things to pieces while letting bad things fester and grow like fungus
— Rohinton Mistry, A Fine Balance
You are lucky to feel sadness.
— John O'Callaghan
I know my mouth is agape and my eyes are wide, but I'm relieved that hope isn't a tangible thing, because everyone around me would see mine crumbling.
— Colleen Hoover, Hopeless
The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers, and for most of us that dreams are realised naturally. For this is the Miracle of Life.
— Azelene Williams, INFERTILITY Road to Hell and Back
I should have seen it coming.” The words don’t surprise me, but they piss me off. I pull away and glare down at her. “Don’t you fucking dare, Nell Hawthorne. Don’t you dare put this on yourself. You should never have to see shit like this coming.” She backs away, stunned and afraid by the intensity I know is radiating off me. “Colton, I just meant he’s always shown—” “Stop. Just stop right there. Granted, you should’ve never gotten involved with a douchetard like him, but that’s no excuse for what he did.
— Jasinda Wilder
He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. "She's happy, Andie," he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much.
— Kristen Ashley, The Golden Dynasty
She saw it in her mind's eye like a movie playing, the haunting memories from her childhood she couldn't seem to shake blending together into one raw, aching image. Her mother lying in a darkened room for days, her face swollen with tears. The inevitable ashtray overrun with ashes, the acrid scent of pot smoke in the air. The bed or couch or futon may have been different from year to year as Evie moved them around from apartment to commune to funky cottage, but her mother was always the same. Falling hard for some man, immersing herself in romantic fantasies that were crushed when the guy left. And the guy always left. Her mother's inability to get a grasp on reality had too often left Mischa to care for her younger sister, to care for her mother, from too young an age. She remembered shaking Evie awake, trying to get her to eat. To get up and take a shower, take her and Raine to school. No kid should have to do that. No kid should have to witness the way Evie had allowed herself to be ravaged by love. No woman should allow that to happen.
— Eve Berlin, Temptation's Edge
If God gave Dad Alzheimer’s, He’s got to understand when Dad forgets what church he belongs to.
— Joanne Fluke, Chocolate Chip Cookie Murder
The word felt good, liberating. So, I repeat it. "Fuck." Then, again. And again. Because it made me someone else, someone normal and happy, someone who used words like that, like St. John. I repeated it, over and over until she walked away, wounded. Then, I was glad. And still, I kept repeating it, because that was the only thing that kept me from crying.
— Alex Flinn, Breaking Point
Dont come for me!.... I didn't send for you!
— Shay Hunter, Tranny 911
Death is the saddest part of life.
— deAnna Lea
How can we trust our loved one, when there is mouthful of lies.....
— Raj Tak
Upturned face.Parted lips. The good-night kiss he couldn’t leave without. Only, Megan’s lips were stiff and unyielding. She didn’t pull away. It might almost have been better if she had. Instead, she’d allowed the kiss to occur, taking it with the same cool detachment offered in her words.
— Mira Lyn Kelly, Waking Up Married
But life has a way of chopping people off at the knees, and he was no exception. Ten years of his life had been stolen from him. Now he wasn't wasting another minute. He wanted to experience everything he had missed, to eat and drink and read and work and fuck as he pleased. His dreams were smaller now, but they were still dreams, and he was going after them with everything he had.
— Karen Robards, One Summer
It's hard to pretend you're OK. Especially when you're all by urself, alone. :'(
— Marlon Roxas
I looked at Mommy but quickly shook my head. "I don't want to miss her."Becky put her soft, warm hand on my shoulder, just like Mommy used to when I was upset. "Your mom wants to be here with you. She wants that very much. But Jesus wants her with him right now."I frowned. "I need her more than Jesus does.
— Jamie McGuire, Walking Disaster
People are too various to be treated so lightly. I am too various to be trusted.
— James     Baldwin, Giovanni's Room
My whole life has been one big broken promise.
— Sara Zarr, How to Save a Life
No. I made that choice. I let all that anger and pain get twisted up in my thoughts for you.” He leaned in. “It fucking kills me. Every night. I relive what I did to you every night.” His forehead rested against mine. “Until you,” he said softly, “I never felt truly helpless.
— Nenia Campbell, Armed and Dangerous
Is the love you have for me, and the feelings I have for you forever parallel, with no chance of intersecting?
— Atsuko Asano, No.6, Volume 8
My brother," Will growled. "And your friend. You'd better not treat him the way you treat me.
— Courtney Allison Moulton, Shadows in the Silence
One by one the angels had come to the top of Har Megiddo where I sat, holding her body close to mine after she'd died. I'd fought alongside them in battle, but up close, when they stood quietly watching us, they looked as beautiful as they looked unreal. the angels weren't supposed to feel emotions, but they were all weeping. All of them. Their tear stained their flawless faces like rain running in rivulets across stone. Azrael was the only one of then who came to me, knelt in front of me and took her from my arms. He was the angel of death come to carry his sister home. I din't want to give her up, knowing it would be the last time I ever saw her face. I had died on that wretched hill with her.
— Courtney Allison Moulton, Shadows in the Silence
And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo's head, drowned in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam's brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master's breast. Peace was in both their faces.Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo's knee--but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.
— J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers
...don't act like I didn't for you.I did. Hard. And for a long time.So please, forgive me if now that we're over, I'm exhausted.
— Cecily von Ziegesar
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.
— Victor Hugo, Les Misérables
There's not much left inside me, Max" Sometimes, all she heard were echoes.
— Nalini Singh, Bonds of Justice
Did you ever think about boys?' I say, staring up into the dark. 'There wasn't room,' she whispers, and her voice is unbelievably sad. 'At first, after Connor, I was just waiting. I was going to get a new boyfriend soon- as soon as I was prettier or better, more perfect. But after a while there was no room for anything else. If I though about kissing or sex, I just started feeling ugly, too awful for anything good.
— Brenna Yovanoff, Paper Valentine
She walked among the stars,The princess of the heavens,Looking for the one who caught her crystal tearsThat spilled out from liquid ice blue eyes-Rolling down pale cheeks-Then sealed up tenderly...In pearl alabaster jars...
— Kallista Pendragon
If you love something, let it go. If it does not come back it was not yours to began with.
— Anna Napper
Every child should have love, every person should have it. She herself would rather have had her mother's love - the love she still continued to believe in, the love that had followed her through the jungle in the form of a bird so she would not be too frightened or lonely.
— Margaret Atwood, Oryx and Crake
YOU DEMAND SALVATION EVEN AS YOU STEAL FROM THE COLLECTION PLATE.YOU SEND FOOD TO THE REFUGEES, AND THEN YOU DON'T ALLOW THE DELIVERY TRUCKS THROUGH THE WARZONES. THE FOOD WILL SPOIL , THE SUPPLIES WILL BE SOLD BY THE VICTORS . THE CIVILIANS WILL STARVE AND SICKEN AND EVENTUALLY DIE. IT IS THE WAY OF THINGS. THEY WILL ALL DIE, WHETHER FROM THE BRUTAL SAVAGERY THAT IS UNIQUE TO MAN OR FROM THE ABUNDANCE OF DISEASE OR FROM THE SCARCITY OF SUSTENANCE.
— Jackie Morse Kessler, Rage
Wait," I say. "Aren't soulmates supposed to be perfect? What if you find yours and shes not a virgin, not even a girl? What if he's a fixer upper? What if he has an STD?
— Joey Comeau, It's Too Late to Say I'm Sorry
The heavy soul will not pass though the body is failing.
— J.R. Ward, Lover Avenged
You’re going back?” asked Bod. Things that had been immutable were changing. “You’re really leaving? But. You’re my guardian.”
— “I was you’re guardian. But you are old enough to guard yourself. I have other things to protect.
I took one look at his composed face and know he doesn’t understand,because if he did understand, he would be weeping, too, for this boy who loved a world that never loved him.
— Marta Acosta, The Shadow Girl of Birch Grove
Saige, Mother is . . .” I briefly close my eyes and swallow, clearing my mouth from saliva. “Mother is dead.
— Jada Berglund, Saige
Cursing will create a hole in a whole Heart.
— Naveed baji
You really need stitches," she tells me."Or you're going to have a scar." I try not to laugh. Stitches aren't going to help. They fix skin, cuts, wounds, heal stuff on the outside. Everything broken with me is on the inside. "I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Coincidence of Callie & Kayden
I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad.
— Ned Vizzini, It's Kind of a Funny Story
Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.
— Abigail Tarttelin, Flick
Letting go. Everyone talks about it like it's the easiest thing.
— Gayle Forman, Where She Went
I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.
— Jessica Sorensen, The Secret of Ella and Micha
That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.
— Faraaz Kazi, Truly, Madly, Deeply
Neville kicked aside the broken fragments of his own wand as they walked slowly toward the door. "My gran's going do kill be," said Neville thickly, blood spattering from his nose as he spoke, "dat was by dad's old wand...
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
She’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.
— Lauren DeStefano, Sever
It's just hard," Harry said finally, in a low voice, "to realize he won't write me again
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
Im here and he’s not. That I’m alive and he’s…
— Beth Revis, Shades of Earth
When a friend leaves you, you move on. When a best friend leaves you, part of you is gone
— Misti Hemlock
I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.
— Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever
There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
— Lauren DeStefano, Sever
I would have kept you safe,' he said.I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers. 'I know.
— Meagan Spooner
We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from us—our genes, our bones, our wombs—that would ever satisfy him. There was no other way that we would be free.
— Lauren DeStefano, Sever
Where are we—” Kyungsoo yelps as Jongin practically throws him over the window pane of a filthy-rich looking convertible, a treacherous little thing parked up against the curb, all black exteriors and plush white interiors, not even bothering to open the door, “going?”“To see fireflies,” Jongin says muffling coughs in his sleeves, and it’s only when Kyungsoo buckles up and looks over does he realize that the boy is grinning from ear to ear, “Real ones.
— Changdictator
Now don’t go thinking nice things about me. You’ll only be disappointed.
— Ally Blake, Getting Red-Hot with the Rogue
Liz: What's it like in hell?Ketut: Same like heaven. Universe is a circle, Liss. To up, to down -- all same, at end.Liz: Then how can you tell the difference between heaven and hell?Ketut: Because of how you go. Heaven, you go up, through seven happy places. Hell you go down, through seven sad places. This is why it better for you to go up, Liss.Liz: You mean, you might as well spend your life going upward, through the happy places, since heaven and hell -- same destinations -- are the same thing anyway?Ketut: Same-same. Same in end, so better be happy on journey.
— Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love
I’m glad I married you too, Harper,” I whispered into her hair, “because I’m in love with you.” But she didn’t hear, gone into a dream.
— Fisher Amelie, Callum & Harper
She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.
— Katherine Catmull, Summer and Bird
PERMALINK · 169465 · 15 HOURS AGO"She tried to feel sad, or guilty, or even to be angry about the way things had happened, but there frankly wasn’t much room in either her head or her heart for wishing or moping.
— Megan Hart, Deeper
Yes i am sad because i want to be happy, if never want to be a happy i never became sad
— kaushik nathan
If shame had a face I think itwould kind of look like mineIf it had a home would it be my eyesWould you believe me if I said I'm tired of thisWell here we go now one more timeI tried to climb your stepsI tried to chase you downI tried to see how low I could get it down to the groundI tried to earn my wayI tried to tame this mindYou better believe that I tried to beat this[CHORUS]So when will this end it goes on and onOver and over and over againKeep spinning around I know that it won't stopTill I step down from this for goodI never thought I'd end up hereNever thought I'd be standing where I amI guess I kinda thought it would be easier than thisI guess I was wrong now one more timeI tried to climb your stepsI tried to chase you downI tried to see how long I could get it down to the groundI tried to earn my wayI tried to tame this mindYou better believe that I tried yo beat this[REPEAT CHORUS]Sick cycle carouselThis is a sick sycle, yeahSick cycle carouselThis is a sick cycle, yeah[REPEAT CHORUS TWICE]Sick cycle carouselSick cycle carouselSick cycle carousel...
— Lifehouse
NO!" Raffe grips me as if he can bind my soul to my body. An upside-down view of the doorway shows up in my field of vision. Smoke waft through it. Although the pain obscures Raffe's warmth, I feel the presure of his hug, the rocking of our bodies back and forth as he repeats the word, "No.
— Susan Ee, Angelfall
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.
— Susan Ee, Angelfall
God knows we’re all drawn toward what’s beautiful and broken; I have been, but some people cannot be fixed. Or if they can be, it’s only by love and sacrifice so great it destroys the giver.
— Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
Tell her I'm sorry I sold the diamond, eh?" Sammy said. "I broke my promise. When she disappeared in Alaska... ah, so long ago, I finally used that diamond, moved to Texas as I always dreamed. I started my machine shop. Started my family! It was a good life, but Haze; was right. The diamond came with a curse. I never saw her again." "Oh, Sammy," Hazel said. "No, a curse didn't keep me away. I wanted to come back. I died!" The old man didn't seem to hear. He smiled down at the baby, and kissed him on the head. "I give you my blessing, Leo. First male great-grandchild! I have a feeling you are special, like Hazel was. You are more than a regular baby, eh? You will carry on for me. You will see her someday. Tell her hello for me.
— Rick Riordan, The Mark of Athena
When it’s quiet in my head like this, that’s when the voice doesn’t need to tell me how pathetic I am. I know it in the deepest part of me. When it’s quiet like this, that’s when I truly hate myself.
— Portia de Rossi, Unbearable Lightness: A Story of Loss and Gain
I want to believe that memories, even sad and painful ones, should not be forgotten forever.
— Natsuki Takaya
You sound so miserable.”“All novelists are.
— Changdictator
I’m sorry,” he tells me.I sit down on the bed. He returns to the view of the street below. I follow his gaze and I see the infected walking slowly back and forth.“It’s okay,” I say.“Okay,” he says. He nods. “Good.”He puts the gun under his chin and pulls the trigger.
— Courtney Summers, This is Not a Test
but good girls dont do that, dont make a fuss, dont upset parents. and i was a good girl so i curled up on the floor and sobbed silently instead
— Laura Jarratt, Skin Deep
He wanted pure compliments, just as he wanted unconditional love.
— Alan Hollinghurst, The Line of Beauty
my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black
— Terra Elan McVoy, After the Kiss
It seemed so good when it started.I gave my trust to you.I came to you open-hearted,Hoping it was true.Now I've gotten smart.Now I've learned some things.Now I know that what once was a start,Is just an ending.The longest good-byeI ever knew,The longest good-byeWas the dayI said hello to you.
— Heather Lynn Rigaud, Fitzwilliam Darcy, Rock Star
This softening she sees in me isn't enough to make me affectionate, but it's just enough to render me inept. I can't give her what she wants — virtuousness — or what she needs — protection.
— Nenia Campbell, Cloak and Dagger
I wasn't a complete bastard. If she liked to think she saw good in me, if she wanted to take credit for it, I'd let her. She deserved that much.
— Nenia Campbell, Cloak and Dagger
I just didn't want to be a loser anymore...-Mitsuko Souma
— Koushun Takami, Battle Royale
I'm supposed to a man who never blows his composureA boy trapped in a war, forced to be a soliderThe weight of the world just put on top of my shouldersBut if there's one thing I know for sureIt's that my mind has had its exposureAnd my emotional turmoil has finally had its closure
— Tommy Tran
Now the snow's coming down, and im watching it fall. Watching the people around, baby please come home. Pretty lights on a tree, and im watching you shine. You should be here with me! Baby please come home
— Josh Ramsay of Marianas Trench
Forgetting: that, too, was the heart's slow way of healing, but it could only be done alone. Love and loss turns us into the most solitary of creatures, their mysteries can never entirely be shared.
— Eric Gamalinda, My Sad Republic
There are questions Kyungsoo doesn’t ask Jongin. He doesn’t ask Jongin if they can stay together forever, or how many tomorrows are really left, because sometimes the truth is too bright. He can only hold onto the seconds, each gesture, each contact, each syllable. Jongin comes in seconds. Everything comes in seconds.If only the seconds could last long enough.
— Changdictator
Later, when we've found this mysterious ship of Hector's and are safely away, when I have time to rest and worry and a quiet corner to hide in, I will coldly remember that being a queen means being strategic. And I will imagine sending off the man I love to marry my sister. I'll rehearse it in my head, maybe. Get used to the feeling.
— Rae Carson, The Crown of Embers
Tom watched with his arms folded as the life that had been within Kobe died out, and the fire continued.
— Keisha Keenleyside, Memoirs of a Fighting Dog
I was terribly, painfully present in the world, and so far removed from it.
— Lia Habel, Dearly, Departed
That's not cruel. This is. You come here in the middle of the night, expecting me to be awake, and ask—no, demand—me to give you things that belong to me as much as they belong to you. Never mind what it does to me. Never mind that each time I see you, I wonder if I'll ever hold you in my arms again, or be able to touch you without you cringing away like I'm a monster. I think it's fair to ask if there's an 'us,' my dear, because I suspect you're trying to use me just now. Tell me that's not cruel, and I'll let you go.
— Nenia Campbell, Endgame
But a part of me lies buried in lace and roses on a riverbank in France-a part of me is broken off forever. A part of me will be unflyable, stuck in the climb.
— Elizabeth Wein, Code Name Verity
It lit up like a Christmas Tree Hazel Grace...
— John Green, The Fault in Our Stars