- stuffing love into bones and skin. ( 滴る朦朧 )
- they say every atom in our bodies was once a part of a star. maybe I’m not leaving, maybe I’m going home. ( vincent freeman, gattaca )
- eventually, soulmates meet, for they have the same hiding place. ( robert brault )
- dying is an act. surviving is an art. ( sophie jules )
- and one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore. ( unknown )
- i have wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow i am still in love with life. ( voltaire )
- writing apology letters to my body. ( six word story )
- i hope there are days when you fall in love with being alive. ( anonymous )
- you laugh and i can’t breathe. ( six word story )
- the earth laughs in flowers. ( e e cummings )
- i have a deeply hidden and inarticulate desire for something beyond the daily life. ( virginia woolf )
- having a soft heart in a cruel world is courage, not weakness. ( katherine henson )
- i’m so afraid of losing something i love that i refuse to love anything. ( jonathan safran foer )
- i’ve become a living apology, i am sorry. ( an eight word poem, d.v.e )
- one day, i will turn my sadness into something beautiful. ( 3/365 )
- working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion. ( simon sinek )
- real tears are not those that fall from the eyes and cover the face, but are those that fall from the heart and cover the soul. ( anonymous )
- if you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. i had an old self that i killed. you can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living. ( vargus )
- i’m full of love, and nobody wants it. ( unknown )
- she looked at me until i fell in love with her. ( alessandro baricco, ocean sea )
- life is like a piano. the white keys represent happiness and the black keys represent sadness. but as you go through life, remember that the black keys make music too. ( bang yongguk )
- you are not free until you have no need to impress anybody. ( joyce meyer )
- learn to say ‘no’ without explaining yourself. ( unknown )
- when you judge me without knowing me, you do not define me, you define yourself. ( unknown )
- knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darknesses of other people. ( carl jung )
- we are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever. ( carl sagan )
- if you're brave enough to say goodbye, life will reward you with a new hello. ( paulo coehlo )
- don’t let people treat you like a cigarette, they only use you when they’re bored and step on you when they’re done. be like drugs, let them die for you. ( unknown )
- if flowers can teach themselves how to bloom after winter passes, so can you. ( noor shirazie, springtime )
- as for me, i am a watercolor. i wash off. ( anne sexton )
- i don’t care about losing people who don’t wanna be in my life anymore. i’ve lost people who meant the world to me and i’m still doing just fine. ( unknown )
- the worst distance between two people is misunderstanding. ( unknown )
- du atmest ein, du atmest aus; dieser körper ist dein haus und darin kennst du dich aus. ( die fantastischen vier, tag am meer )
- i eat flowers because you are what you eat and i want to be beautiful. ( c.c. )
- when you're unhappy, i guess everything in the world - reading, eating, sleeping - has something buried somewhere inside it that just makes you unhappier. ( nick hornby, a long way down )
- a ship in harbor is safe, but that is not what ships are built for. ( john a. shedd, salt from my attic)
- i have sea foam in my veins, i understand the language of waves. ( jean cocteau, le testament d’orphée )
- i think the hardest person to love is yourself. ( unknown )
- home isn’t a place, it’s a feeling. ( cecelia ahern, love, rosie )
- until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness. ( mandy hale )
- i’ve got to decide: kill myself or love myself? ( charles bukowski, cows in art class )
- your eyes make me shy. ( anaïs nin )
- you were red. you liked me cause i was blue. you touched me and suddenly i was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you. ( unknown )
- in the crooks of your body, i find my religion. ( sappho )
- i give because i know how it feels to want. ( unknown )
- a woman sitting by herself is not waiting for you. ( caitlin stasey )
- i sit before flowers hoping they will train me in the art of opening up. ( shane koyczan, the student )
- you never apologized to me for hurting me, but i apologized to you 12 times for being angry about it. ( unknown )
- healing doesn’t mean the damage never existed. it means the damage no longer controls our lives. ( unknown )
- stop watering dead flowers and expecting new ones to grow. ( ten word story )
- the sea: i didn’t lose myself in it; i found myself in it. ( albert camus, notebooks ‘42-‘51 )
- never trust your tongue when your heart is bitter. ( samuel j. hurwitt )
- and my heart, where have i wasted it? ( frédéric chopin, from a letter )
- it’s amazing that the heart makes no noise when it cracks. ( robert cormier )
- missing you comes in waves. tonight i’m drowning. ( hannah taylor, waves )
- manchmal wünsche ich, man könnte solche momente einfach in einem marmeladenglas aufbewahren. und wenn es einem später mal schlecht geht, riecht man einfach daran. ( cornelia funke, die wilden hühner )
- i’m a ghost that everyone can see. ( franz wright, empty stage )
- every time you show your feelings, you apologize. have you ever had an emotion in your life that you weren’t ashamed of? ( r.j anderson, ultraviolet )
- songs are as sad as the listener. ( jonathan safran foer )
- the morning undressed the night slowly. ( six word story )
- i gave wrong people the right pieces of me. ( unknown )
- …throw roses into the abyss and say: ‘here is my thanks to the monster who didn’t succeed in swallowing me alive.’ ( friedrich nietzsche, posthumous fragments )
- you see beauty in everything but yourself. ( unknown )
- everybody is a main character to someone. ( amy harmon, making faces )
- sometimes the most intimate experience is just looking at each other without saying a word and realizing, even if it shouldn’t be possible, that you’re so so in love. ( unknown )
- if you’re feeling blue, why don’t you just try painting yourself a different color? ( unknown )
- are you made of stardust too? are the angels after you? ( emilie autumn )
- so you’re happy, and i’m just sitting here pretending i am too. ( unknown )
- maybe i am a monster. i have sharp teeth and no conscience. i need to draw blood just to feel something. but honey, oh, honey. did you forget? monsters aren’t born, they’re created. ( unknown )
- don’t watch the clock; do what it does. keep going. ( sam levenson )
- both. i want to stay. i want to leave. i am three oceans away from my soul. ( nayyirah waheed, lost )
feb 5 2014 ∞
apr 27 2016 +