More than most, I know the pain of surviving.
I'll always want him. Until every sun goes dark in every sky, until I am nothing more than long-forgotten cosmic dust, I will want him. And even then I suspect my particles will long for his.
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.
I felt like the blonde in every horror movie who hears a noise in the basement and goes to investigate alone. Sometimes you smell the stupid all around you, but you step in it anyway.
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
Sometimes I miss the old me.
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.
People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.
My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
We’re bound by chains of love, but they don’t weigh us down. Instead, they allow us to be bigger and better than we are.
There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
I never belonged anywhere until I met you.
Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.
Life…never gave me a chance to be soft.
I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.
Now I know there are ways to belong to someone that don’t take anything away. A relationship shouldn’t impose limits—and if it does, then it’s wrong. A lover should help you exceed your potential, not clip your wings.
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