115 quotes found
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“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.”
“It’s 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 sadnes...”
“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...”
“One day you will be nostalgic for today.”
“...you cannot control the depth of a wound another inflicts upon you.”
“You were none, and now you're all; your worth will rise, the more I fall.”
“Some pieces will sing to your present, others may echo of your past, and the rest could whisper of your future.”
“There is a certain quality to words that when strung in a certain way--has an almost hypnotic effect.”
“I did not know that it was love until I knew.”
“It was from a very young age that I fell in love with this wonderful artifact--the turn of the first page is almost like a sacred ritual to me. Whenever I walk into a library, it is never without s...”
“For me, that was the death of the word, or; because now, there is no other. It was the end of the word, and; for I love only you.”
“Anything and everything, the two almost the same--everything says, have it all; anything, one to claim.”
“It was like being seen after a perpetual darkness, I replied. To be heard after a lifetime of silence.”
“He deftly dealt his swiftest blow--I fell further than, I was meant to go.”
“Because someday, in one way or another, you will be taken from me or I you.”
“The glass bottle does not know its own contents. It has no idea whether it is a vessel for the most delicious apple cider, a lovingly crafted wine, or a bitter poison.”
“...but how could I have stopped him from taking what was already his?”
“Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it.”
“Had I known, I would not have left you,alone beneath those stars,on the night when I last saw you,not knowing it was the last.”
