115 quotes found
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“One day you will be nostalgic for today.”
“Neither here, nor there. But everywhere.”
“I did not know that it was love until I knew.”
“There is safety in numbness– there is solace in sleep.”
“It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this pe...”
“You were you,and I was I;we were twobefore our time.I was yoursbefore I knew,and you have always been mine too.”
“Before I fellin love with words,with setting skies and singing birdsit was you I fellin love with first.”
“Love is a game of tic-tac-toe,constantly waitingfor the next x or o.”
“Like time suspended, a wound unmended-- you and I. We had no ending, no said goodbye; For all my life, I'll wonder why.”
“Do you know what it is like,to lie in bed awake;with thoughts to hauntyou every night,of all your past mistakes.Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.”
“I can't believe how hard it is. The pain is indescribable. It's like I've been turned into sandstone and my insides are being slowly hollowed out by a chisel and mallet.”
“There was a feeling of inevitability when I met you. The sense that we would be together; that there would be a moment when you would look at me in a certain way, and we could cross the threshold f...”
“There is safety in numbness there is solace in sleep.”
“I loved you once and now I must spend my whole life explaining why.”
“Saving YouThe darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyesa blown out candle, I wish to go with him.Sometimes I see a flicker a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly,...”
“Its amazing what people create using their pain. Work that is touched by melancholy has its own unique beauty. Even the word melancholy is pretty, the way it rolls on your tongue. I think sadness a...”
“That night, we talked the way old friends do, with candor and ease.”
“I don't think all writers are sad, she said.I think it's the other way aroundall sad people write.”
“She lends her pen,to thoughts of him,that flow from it,in her solitary.For she is his poet,And he is her poetry.”
“Xs and OsLove is a gameof tic-tac-toe,constantly waiting,for the next x or o.”
“StardustIf you came to me with a face I have not seen, with a voice I have never heard, I would still know you. Even if centuries separated us, I would still feel you. Somewhere between the sand an...”
“We spoke on the phone for the first time that morning. My back against the chest of drawers, my knees tucked under my ”
“Death, like fiction, is brutal in its symmetry. Take this story and strip it down -all the way back- until you are left with two points. Two dots on a vast, blank canvas, separeted by a sea of whit...”
