sad

Not for everyone a darkest night is bid farewell by a bright sunrise.

His mind was constantly thinking about her, while he decided to recite a poem that he had written for her long ago. While he narrated, the words conjured memories like ghosts into the room.

Do you ever wonder whether people would like you more or less if they could see inside you? I mean, I've always felt like the Katherines dump me right when they start to see what I look like from the inside.

Tessa: Are all vampires like that? Cold like that?Charlotte: Many of them have been alive a long time. They don't see things the way we do.

Will: I've never seen anyone get so excited over books before. You'd think they were diamonds.Tessa: Well, they are, aren't they? Isn't there anything you love like that?

Their beauty had always seemed to him like the beauty of pressed flowers - lovely, but dead.

It is as great a thing to love as it is to be loved. Love is not something that can be wasted.

Whatever you are physically, male or female, strong or weak, ill or healthy - all those things matter less than what your heart contains. If you have the soul of a warrior, you are a warrior. Whatever the color, the shape, the design of the shade that conceals it, the flame inside the lamp remains the same. YOU are the flame. That's what I believe.

Most of us do things for reasons that are more purely personal. For love, or for hate.

It's alright to love someone who doesn't love you back, as long as they're worth you loving them. As long as they deserve it.

It was so odd what brought out tenderness in people. It was never what you have expected.

Thinking about going to the balcony and jumping off.

Love, he told himself, was open to interpretation like any other abstract indulgence but followed the same principles everywhere, irrespective of everything else. One, either won or lost in love, there was no bridge in between, and he decided he had lost, lost to himself, if not to her.

I have died at the ripe age of twenty.Smile, for the world didn't get a chance to disappoint me.I have died at the mature age of ninety.Smile, for my life was more than satisfying.I have died suddenly__ut of the blue.Smile, for I didn't have to fall ill before you.I have died from a long illness.Smile, for I had the chance to say goodbye.I did not want to leave this Earth.But smile, for I am still here among you.Why are you crying?Can you not see I am smiling?

Ah, yeah. Yeah, tis awful all right. Well, your Mam wanted me to talk to you about it, but__e stopped; he didn__ know what else to say.__eah? Ah, I know the score, Dad. She wants me to be careful, is it?___h, no. Well, yeah; there__ that, of course. No, she wanted_ well, if you__ any questions, youknow?_ I wasn__ sure if he wanted me to say yes, or if he just wanted me to say no, and save himhaving to be awkward. He looked lost. I felt like I wanted to save him__o, I__e no questions, Dad. It__ all right, shur._ He looked at me then. His eyes went wet, likehe was going to start bawling. If we were in a film, he might have hugged me. But we were inLimerick, so he just said:__ell, so,_ and put his one glove back on.From The Boys of Summer

You will face hard times in life. Sometimes they are supposed to come, sometimes not. Get through them no matter what, 'cause the good life is always on the other side.

I want to write something that means something to someone...the reminds them of what a second, a moment, really is...or that assures them that we are just as lost as they are. I want to write an emotion they are too fragile to let loose, so that my words can do the expression for them, the feeling for them. I want to write beyond the basics and the cliches...I want to write you, I want to write a long walk on a starry night, I want to write an exhale or an inhale...or suffocation.I want to write as clear as my voice could be heard...that is, if I had anything to say.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.