Sometimes I'm afraid to go to sleep because of what I'm leaving behind.
An eye for an eye." "And the whole world goes blind," Coral puts in quietly.
That's the thing about best friends. That's what they do. They keep you from spinning off the edge.
Hate isn’t the most dangerous thing, he’d said. Indifference is.
You don't reach points in life at which everything is sorted out for us. I believe in endings that should suggest our stories always continue.
Welcome to the free world. We give people the power to choose. They can even choose the wrong thing. Beautiful, isn't it?
But maybe you carried your demons with you everywhere, the way you carried your shadow.
Everyone just wasting time because they have so much of it to waste, minutes slipping by on who's with who and did you hear.
There are no happy endings, only breaks in the regular action.
We are all punished for the lives we have chosen, in one way or another.
This was what true fear was--that you could never know other people, not completely. That you were always just guessing blind.
There's always some relief in giving up.
And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.
How can someone have the power to shatter you to dust--and also to make you feel so whole?
Through wind, and tempest, storm, and rain; The calm shall be buried inside of me; A warm stone, heavy and dry; The root, the source, a weapon against pain
Most people don't want to be saved. Besides, if you keep bailing everybody out, they'll never learn to paddle on their own.
I know the past will drag you backward and down, have you snatching at whispers of wind and the gibberish of trees rubbing together, trying to decipher some code, trying to piece together what was broken. It's hopeless. The past is nothing but a weight. It will build inside you like a stone.
I'm used to a feeling of doubleness, of thinking one thing and having to do another, a constant tug-of-war.
Things would get difficult again. But that was okay too. The bravery was in moving forward, no matter what.
Amor deliria nervosa. The deadliest of all deadly things.
Even the greatest movements on earth, have their beginnings with something small.
It's like a razor blade edging its way through my organs, shredding me, all I can think is: It will kill me, it will kill me, it will kill me. And I don't care.
The devil stole into the Garden of Eden. He carried with him the disease - amor deliria nervosa - in the form of a seed. It grew and flowered into a magnificent apple tree, which bore apples as bright as blood. -From Genesis: A Complete History of the World and the Known Universe, by Steven Horace, PhD, Harvard University
You came form different starts and you'll come to different ends.
Hearts are fragile things. That's why you have to be so careful.
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