phrases, quotes i enjoy. but longer

• i remember crying over you and I don’t mean a couple of tears and im blue. im talking about collapsing and screaming at the moon.
• he explained when we were smaller that when things were very bad his soul just crawled behind his heart and curled up and went to sleep
• and i said to my body. softly. “i want to be your friend.” it took a long breath. and replied, “i have been waiting my whole life for this.”
• i am so tired all the time, even after 9 hours of sleep. i feel like life is draining me, it's difficult to stay awake when it's this hard to live
• i don’t think people understand how stressful it is to explain what’s going on in your head when you don’t even understand it yourself
• if you show me you don’t give a shit, i'll show you I'm better at it. even if it kills me. never underestimate my ability to hide my feelings
• I'm sorry to myself. My apologies begin here before everybody else. I'm sorry to myself. For treating me worse than I would anybody else.
• quiescence: state of being at rest; temporary inactivity. ex: despair, denial, and an awful, endemic quiescence have seeped into their soul
• you’re not too sensitive, the world is just callous and stubborn; sensitivity doesn’t make you weak and callousness doesn’t make you strong
• you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. and you go home to a cold bed and think, that was fine. and your life is a long line of fine.
• "just tired" she muttered. but you could tell it was not just lack of sleep, but a lack of hope and happiness that made her act the way she did.
• I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes
• if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
• before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart
• my veins are cracked, my friends don’t give a fuck, there aren’t any stars in my sky and everything has been black for as long as i can remember
• you apologize for talking too much. i hope you know that i mean it when i say i don't mind, your words fill spaces in the air i didn't even know existed
• because I want today to be far away already, far away like a runaway balloon, like a tiny o in the sky, so tiny-tiny you have to close your eyes to see it
• and I'm so deeply sorry for the trouble i caused you, its hard to maintain someone as special as you in my life while i cant seem to take care of myself
• he tries not to let his face show how every word feels like a million needles pressing into his skin, like he’s getting a dark tattoo of hurt over his entire body
• my feelings woke me up in the middle of the night i don’t know if i’m okay and i wish i wasn’t such a screw up my hands are numb and i don’t know if i’m okay
• i want to save every single one of your sunshines and save them for later; i will tuck them into my pockets so i can give them back to you when the rains fall hard
• i either eat too much or starve myself. sleep for 14 hours or have insomniac nights. fall in love very hard or hate passionately. i don’t know what grey is. i never did
• he said he was scared of commitment but he had tattoos all over his skin, i guess he didn’t see me as a work of art. or maybe he didn’t think the pain was worth it
• and i promise, that every single night, before the darkness swallows this already blackened world, i'll tell you how beautiful you are to me. i'll tell you how i love you.
• The king inflicted bloody, torturous violence on his subjects and peasants obeyed their lords out of fear and awe instead of a desire to be good, normal, and modern.
• I'd rather write about this world than live in it and I'd rather play music all day and read and wander around in bookstores and watch humans but not be one of them
• “Does it mean nothing to you, the unblemished thighs I worshipped and the showers of kisses you had from me?” Achilles to Patroclus (in Aeschylus’s Myrmidones)
• i think the saddest type of crying is when the person is saying completely nothing but tears are coming out of there eyes and then you know they’ve really been hurt
• its 2am and i took seventeen shots of vodka just trying to forget your name but the only name i forgot was mine and sober or drunk you're the only thing on my mind
• i want to whisper in your ear. wanted to let you know that when you laugh, the hydrangeas in my backyard crystalize and shatter. tiny piles of dust sprinkling the grass
• most days i wish i never met you because then i could sleep at night and i wouldn't have to walk around with the knowledge that there was someone like you out there.
• my head hurts im scared of the future and im scared of myself i don't know what to do i was never good at dealing with my feelings i was never good at asking for help
• i didn’t read the art of war when I was sixteen for the penultimate moment of your relationship to be when you are jetlagged and on a foundation of something else in mind
• I don’t want to go to college but I also don’t want to NOT go to college. What I really want is to stop existing but you can’t do that without dying and I don’t want to die either.
• and he thought he could ignore it, but he can’t. he thought he was going to be okay about it, but he’s not. It’s painfully obvious in the way his chest feels like it’s breaking open
• when someone is crying, of course, the noble thing to do is to comfort them. but if someone is trying to hide their tears, it may also be noble to pretend you do not notice them
• Turn him into stars and form a constellation in his image. His face will make the heavens so beautiful that the world will fall in love with the night and forget about the garish sun
• I’m sorry that I’m distant and needy and sad all the time and I’m sorry that i overthink everything and I’m sorry that i don’t say the right things I’m sorry that i say sorry too much
• when he shall die, take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will be in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun
• and it's not that i'm so unhappy i don't want to live any more. that's not what it feels like. it feels more like i'm tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and i want to go home
• no matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in
• i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake
• i am not to speak to you, i am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone / i am to wait, i do not doubt I am to meet you again / i am to see it that i do not lose you / that, we do not lose each other
• i just always feel so scared of something i cant it feels like im in the middle of an earthquake or about to jump it just swallows me whole and the constant fast heartbeat makes me tired
• And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.
• i cant make myself stop wanting you, how do you manage to ignore me? how did you stop caring for me? did you ever even really care for me? deep down a small part of me believes this
• we have calcium in our bones, iron in our veins, carbon in our souls, and nitrogen in our brains. 93 percent stardust, with souls made of flames, we are all just stars that have people names
• sometimes i worry that you've ruined me forever but then i remember i was ruined long before you and maybe i just want to pin the blame on someone a little less ruined and a little less sad
• It is amazing to think that nighttime is actually the natural state of the universe, and the only reason we have daytime is because Earth just so happens to be facing a giant star illuminating it
• you asked me why i look at you the way i do and i couldn’t think of anything except that i heard mermaids are so beautiful sailors think they are lucky when they are given the chance to drown
• sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud. especially that, but I should have known.
• it's a peculiar feeling, waking up after it's rained. the world never ceases to exist. so many things happen while your eyes are shut. maybe that's why i don't sleep, (i don’t want to miss anything).
• but the sky is really beautiful right now and i know that i am often sad but there are moments when i fall in love with the world and i adore all the oxygen inside my lungs and i’m not scared anymore
• i want to hear your voice over the phone i want to listen to the way your words come out all scratchy and faded but i don't know how the pit of your stomach feels when my name lights up the screen
• someone asked me to describe home and i almost said your name but i stayed quiet instead, people expect you to say a damn place but i felt more home in your two arms than i ever in my own home
• but how can i move on when your fingertips are still on my heart and your voice still resonates down to my toes and your smile lives in my eyes and every time my mind wanders it goes directly to you
• I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week
• Once, Picasso was asked what his paintings meant. He said, “Do you ever know what the birds are singing? You don’t. But you listen to them anyway.” So, sometimes with art, it is important just to look
• do you ever get in those moods where you don’t know how to feel and everything kinda feels mixed up and you’re just sitting there alone in your room trying to figure out what the fuck is wrong with you
• sometimes i realize there are so many things i won’t remember in 50 years like the way the sky looked this morning and all the dogs i saw today and my mom’s voice and i get so sad i never want to forget
• when you’re young, thunderstorms seem scary; like the sky is angry at you. but now that i’m older, something about its roar soothes me; it’s comforting to know that even nature needs to scream sometimes
• we know the pythagorean theorem by heart, but short-circuit when asked 'how are you?' we don’t know. we don’t know. that wasn’t on the study guide. we usually know the answer, but rarely know ourselves.
• i am tired of being a person. Not just tired of being the person I was, but any person at all. I like watching people, but I don’t like talking to them, dealing with them, pleasing them, or offending them. I am tired.
• you aren’t boring i just suck at conversations; im not ignoring you i just don’t know what to say; i feel like i have nothing interesting to say so i don’t say anything at all and im really sorry don’t stop talking to me
• you - you alone will have the stars as no one else has them… in one of the stars i shall be living. in one of them i shall be laughing, when you look at the sky at night… you - only you - will have stars that can laugh
• I'm sorry that I'm quiet and scared of commitment and would rather melt into the sky than face a room full of people / could you just pretend my heart isn’t beating really loud / could you pretend I'm not crying?
• I'm fine, I'm fine. everything is fine. please don't look at me. pretend I'm not real. pretend i don't exist. value me as little as i value me because i feel smaller than a wisp of grass dancing through acres of meadow
• i never wish to be easily defined. I’d rather float over other people’s minds as something strictly fluid and non-perceivable; more like a transparent, paradoxically iridescent creature rather than an actual person.
• When a person reveals too much too soon, it can give a false sense of intimacy. In reality, premature or exaggerated revelations are due more to boundary issues, unresolved pain, or self-centeredness than true intimacy
• do you ever get in those moods where you don’t feel like reading and you don’t feel like being on the internet and you don’t feel like watching a show and you don’t feel like sleeping and you don’t feel like existing in general
• When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.
• I know that what I’m getting from you isn’t complete love, but I’m happy with what I’m getting and I’m just going to carry on because this is making me feel better than not being loved by someone and I know that it’s fool’s gold
• My Islamic studies prof told us “It is a sin in Islam to think you are superior to anyone, and it is a sin in Islam to think you are inferior to anyone.” And I’ve always heard the first part, but the second has honestly changed my life.
• it makes me so uncomfortable when people ask me “where do you see yourself in x years” like……..i see myself cold in the ground my guy but thats not the answer u want to hear so this is an awkward predicament we’re in huh
• Every day we change the world. But to change the world in a way that means anything, that takes more time than most people have. It never happens all at once. Its slow. Its methodical. Its exhausting. We don’t all have the stomach for it.
• its the middle of february and right now im sneaking peeks at you through the plane window even though were meant to close the blinds for take off. youre sitting on the bus and youre about to find my lolly stash and im just certain I love you
• Lie down and look up at the ceiling and breathe with those curiously fragile lungs of yours and remind yourself: Don’t worry. Don’t worry. All is as it was meant to be. It was meant to be lonely and terrifying and unfair and heaving. Don’t worry.
• according to greek mythology, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. fearing their power, zeus split them into two separate beings, condemning them to spend their lives in search of their other halves
• She’s the type of person to look you right in the eye when she lies, but not one to look you right in the eye when her heart is involved. / It’s not that she’s faint of heart, she’d just rather it stop than skip a beat because she’s not one for feeling weak.
• it’s always so meaningful when someone interprets you accurately, or says a spark of a phrase, a half-a-sentence, that resonates with you so intimately that it feels like they’ve dipped a finger in a lake of you and made a ripple that goes on and on and on
• i think you lost all interest in this world. you were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. so you abandoned your physical body. you went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. in a world that’s inside you
• can plants communicate? who are they talking about? how many of these can i take? why am i afraid of people? is the earth headed towards a black hole? how long will it take us to get there? do other people have trouble breathing sometimes too?
• and he said “princess i miss you” and i felt my throat close up i’ve been waiting for you to tell me you still think about me at night when you can’t sleep and now that you’ve finally said it i just want to grab you and kiss you but i fucking hate your guts i cannot breathe
• Arthur Rimbaud – a libertine who characterised surrealism in imagery for the next century – was his favourite. He described orbits and gravitational pulls and a thousand other things to explain how two people could share a bed and always awake tangled together.
• and if it makes you less sad i will die by your hand and if it makes you less sad we’ll start talking again and if it makes you less sad i’ll move out of this state and it if makes you less sad i’ll take your pictures all down: you are the smell before rain, you are the blood in my veins
• u know that feeling deep in your tummy where u just don’t feel comfy and u feel sad and sort of want to cry but not about anything specific its like your entire body is just upset and unnerved all the way to the core almost like ur just longing for something but don’t know what
• do you ever wish you could stop time for a couple of weeks so you could just sleep and do whatever you want and just get your shit together and then after that, time would just start back up again and you wouldn't have missed anything because you would pick up where you left off
• when i was 5 i wanted to be a princess. when i was 7 i wanted to be a ninja. when i was 10, a wizard. when i was 13, a musician. and now i want to be anything i can be as long as it gets me out of here and isn't it sad that once you get older dreams don’t matter as much as escaping does?
• your favorite song, sound of raindrops hitting your window, nice breezy spring day, sunset, the first snow, swimming on a hot day, checking off your to-do list for the day, a really good movie or book that gets you excited!, a nice cup of tea... more reasons for you to stay.
• i hope one day you are at peace with yourself. i hope you can take a shower without crying and you can close your eyes without thinking about your funeral. i hope one day you start singing in the shower again and are happy for no reason. i hope you get better, because you really deserve to.
• When you keep hurting someone, you do one of three things. Either you fill them up with hate, and they destroy everything around them. Or you fill them up with sadness, and they destroy themselves. Or you fill them up with justice, and they try to destroy everything that’s bad and cruel in this world.
• I’m lonely. What kind of loneliness? Every kind. I feel disconnected. Abandoned. As always. Repetition. So what, my love? So what? At first, I just wanted to run away. Now I have no where else to run to, nothing to run from. I don’t belong anywhere, I don’t want to go anywhere, I just want to be happy.
• you're beautiful and i love you so much and there isn't anything in the whole world i wouldn't do for you. and sometimes that feels so big, pushing at my organs and wrapping around my skin and settling into my bones, and. sometimes it feels like nothing. like dying for you could be the easiest thing I ever did.
• i'm good at not talking loud enough and ignoring people i care about and sleeping too much. i need reminders that you don't hate me on a daily basis. i worry you'll forget about me and find a girl with prettier eyes and warmer hands. i wish the taste of acid in my mouth would go away but it's not and i don't know what to do in this body anymore.
• your lips taste like nicotine and i know smoke has filled your lungs but thats okay because i can still find galaxies in your eyes and i feel content at the sight of those stars and when your hand reaches mine i feel flowers grow in my ribcage and i feel butterflies flutter and bump against my stomach and thats okay because im okay and we’re okay.
• i know i cry a lot and for many things, like sad movies or failed grades, abandoned dreams and songs that remind me of the past. stupid things too, like you, and all the problems i've created for myself in my head, but lately what i've been crying about most is myself. the person i used to be and lost and the person in the present with no clue about her future.
• Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything. And you cannot turn away. Your destiny is bound with the destinies of others. You must either learn to carry the Universe or be crushed by it. You must grow strong enough to love the world, yet empty enough to sit down at the same table with its worst horrors.
• i don’t know what living a balanced life feels like. when i am sad i don’t cry, i pour. when i am happy i don’t smile, i glow. when i am angry i don’t yell, i burn. / the good thing about feeling in extremes is when i love i give them wings but perhaps that isn’t such a good thing cause they always tend to leave and you should see me when my heart is broken. i don’t grieve, i shatter.
• People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up and the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands
• i notice everything. and by everything, i literally mean everything. i notice when someone stops hitting me up the way they used to. i notice when the way someone talks to me starts changing. i notice the little things people do, and the little things they used to do. i notice when things change, and when it's no longer the same. i notice every single little detail. i just don't say anything.
• im sorry im not good enough im sorry i cant talk to someone without my hands shaking and tears falling down my face im sorry i think of you at 3AM when i cant sleep im sorry that i find it hard to trust people im sorry that i cant talk to you because trust me i want to but im scared you're like the rest of them im scared you'll stop caring and im scared you'll leave and im scared im just always scared
• they are so many types of rain. light rain, heavy rain, spring rain, summer rain; the kind of rain that makes you want to curl up with a good book. the kind that races down your car window as you look out at the tall trees whizzing by; rain that you kiss in, rain that makes you feel alone. sometimes it smells of new beginnings and sometimes it feels like you're drowning; and then eventually, it stops and you can hardly remember if you even like rain at all.
• when i asked you why you're so sweet and you replied "because i like your smile, you wear it so well and if i can help with you smiling then the world is a better place," you stole the air from my lungs in a pure and tragic manner. because one, nobody has ever been so genuinely kind to me… i wish i could make you feel as special as you make me feel. and two, i instantly thought of my future and it hurt my heart because it's almost certain you won't be there.
• A man who wants to die feels angry and full of life and desperate and bored and exhausted, all at the same time; he wants to fight everyone, and he wants to curl up in a ball and hide in a cupboard somewhere. He wants to say sorry to everyone, and he wants everyone to know just how badly they've all let him down. / When you're unhappy, I guess everything in the world - reading, eating, sleeping - has something buried somewhere inside it that just makes you unhappier.