Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?
The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.
The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.
Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.
You know who you are you just have to believe it.
Why do people think being with someone is the answer to everything?
You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.
I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.
And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?
I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.
I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.
The thing about hearts is that they always want to keep beating
I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.
Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.
I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.
Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.
love is...you get confused and you do stuff you don't mean to do-and you just-you hate yourself and sometimes you don't even want to love the person you do because it would be so much easier if you didn't.But you just-you just do.
School is just like having a job. You have to show up, you have to do your work, and you have to be around tons of idiots or mean people. Now that I think about it, it's worse than having a job. At least there you get paid.
I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.
I’m always the one who doesn’t have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, “So, is your friend, you know, with someone?” and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.
You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.
But the past couple of days I’ve missed you so much it’s felt like missing you is all I am.
Like a heart, and I wish mine wasn't beating.
I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real.
My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
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