Sometimes we meet people and are so symbiotic with them, it's as if we are one person, with one mind, one destiny
I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.
The music is the void. And you're the reason why.
We kiss again. This next kiss is the kind that breaks open the sky. It steals my breath and gives it back. It shows me that every other kiss I've had in my life has been wrong.
Her eyes flutter up to meet mine. “Are you hungry?”she asks. Am I ever.
You talked to me, but you didn’t. I could see you having these two-sided conversations. The things you wanted to say to me. And the words that actually came out.
It's not that people like sad movies that make us feel like, "Oh, my god, what a bummer." We like emotionally moving experiences, where you feel like a slightly different person and you see the world a little different, after you finish. It lets you see your own life, in a different way, and it actually makes you feel really good. And even though there might be sad content making this happen, the feeling that you're left with is one that is quite good, quite hopeful, clarifying and uplifting.
Once the options increase, settling on one becomes harder.
Every fiction has its base in fact.
And something tells me if it matters, maybe it shouldn't be easy.
C'est courageux d'aller dans l'inconnu': It is courageous to go into territory unknown.
The line between true self and feigned self is blurred on all sides. Which I think is a rather handy metaphor for falling in love.
Life is a big fat gigantic stinking mess, that's the beauty of it, too.
If you stay, I'll do whatever you want. I'll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I'll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it'd be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I'd do it. I can lose you like that if I don't lose you today. I'll let you go. If you stay.
Sleep would be so welcome. A warm blanket of black to erase everything else. Sleep without dreams. I've heard people talk about the sleep of the dead. Is that what death would feel like? The nicest, warmest, heaviest never-ending nap? If that's what it's like, I wouldn't mind. If that's what dying is like, I wouldn't mind that at all.
What would you do if you had to choose?
You were so busy trying to be my savior that you left me all alone.
But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?
I don't know who I am. Or maybe I do know who I am and I just don't want to be her anymore.
There are so many things that demand to be said. Where did you go? Do you ever think about me? You've ruined me. Are you okay? But of course, I can't say any of that.
When the sun shines, you let it shine on you
Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.
Losing me will hurt; it will be the kind of pain that won't feel real at first, and when it does, it will take her breath away.
...being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I've been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then someone came along and showed me there was a door in the room. One that I'd never even seen before. Then he opened it for me. Held my hand as I walked through it. And for one perfect day, I was on the other side. I was somewhere else. Someone else. And then he was gone, and I was thrown back into my little room. And now, no matter what I do, I can't seem to find that door.
It's a good thing Kerry's dead, because that funeral would've sent him over the edge," Henry said.
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