“Maybe your first love is the one that sticks with you, because it’s the only person who will ever receive all of you. After that, you learn better. But most of all, no matter what, a piece of you remains left behind in the heart of the one you loved - That piece holds innocence. The belief that love really can last forever. No future lover could ever get that piece of you. It holds youth and everything you thought love would be, everything that was proven wrong.”—(via imthisthatandthis)
“All I’d ever wanted was to forget. but even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below.”—Sarah Dessen (Just Listen)
“People often say that ‘beauty is in the eye of the beholder,’ and I say that the most liberating thing about beauty is realizing that you are the beholder. This empowers us to find beauty in places where others have not dared to look, including inside ourselves.”—Salma Hayek (via littlemiss)
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals–sounds that say listen to this, it is important.
“I still think that human beings, even our beautiful and wretched souls, are just biology, are just a series of chemical and physical reactions that one day stop, and so do we, and that is that. But I’m looking forward to this blank peace, this oblivion, this nothing, this not being me anymore. I am looking forward to it for real. Or at least, this is what I tell myself. I tell myself I’m not scared, I tell myself I really want to die, and it never occurs to me until the last possible moment that what I really want is to be saved.”— Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel
“It is strange to think, I haven’t seen you since a month. I have seen the new moon, but not you. I have seen sunsets and sunrises, but nothing of your beautiful face. The pieces of my broken heart are so small that they could be passed through the eye of a needle. I miss you like the sun misses the flower; like the sun misses the flower in the depths of winter. Instead of beauty to direct its light to, the heart hardens like the frozen world your absence has banished me to. Hope guides me, that is what gets me through the day and the night. The hope that after you’re gone from my sight, it will not be the last time that I look upon you.”— A Knight’s Tale
yeah… really, really well. it was 2 nights ago and we had just had sex for the first time since we had it like a month ago… and it was REALLY passionate and in the middle of it and he slowed down and hes like “grace…” and he just bent down to my ear and hes like “i love you..” and the way he said it, i just started tearing.. then afterwards we were sitting outside on a bench and i was just in his arms and hes like “it scares me… but i love you.” and i looked at him and i was like I love you too. and for the rest of the time we just cuddled there and we didnt say anything… but i just, cant believe he said it. its not everyday a guy like HIM says that to a girl..
“But mostly, I cried because my life had been going full speed for so long and now it had just stopped, like running right into a big brick wall, knocking the wind and the fight right out of me. And I didn’t know if I’d ever even wanted to get up and start breathing again.”—Dreamland by Sarah Dessen (via withstanding)
“Steve turned to me while food was being ordered and said quietly, “You know who my favorite character is?” I looked at him, red hair included, and I thought: You’re going to say Ron. Please, please don’t say Ron–Ron’s so easy to love. And he said: “Hermione.” At which point, under my standoffish, mistrusting exterior, I just melted, because if he got Hermione, he got the books. He also, to a large extent, got me.”— J.K.Rowling discussing her relationship with Steve Kloves
“I’m terrified and blinded who we are in silence?
Take a picture and let it breath
Alright we’re mindless
Armed with words and the fiction in your eyes
I’m taking off my disguise
Are you all alone, cause I’m empty
Are you empty? I…
Are you empty tonight?”—The Sky is Falling Down - Aiden (via xlustandlunacy)
When you lose your heart, life can fall into a pattern of responses. No matter how well you pick yourself up, even if your life is pieced seamlessly together again, there are always things you can’t control. Aftereffects. The catch in your breath at an unexpected sound. The stutter of your heart at a falsely familiar voice. And the following invasion of unwanted thought: it could be them. But it never is. -What Dreams Must Come, KL Morgan
I used to think Romeo and Juliet was the greatest love story ever written. But now I know. Oh, Romeo certainly thinks he loves his Juliet. Driven by hormones, he unquestionably lusts for her. But if he loves her, it is a shallow love. Soon after meeting her for the first time, he realizes he forgot to ask her for her name. In the end, he finds no comfort in living out the remainder of his life within the paradigm of his love, at least keeping alive the memory of what they had briefly shared. Nor does he seek the reason for her lifelike appearance in death. Does he hold her in his arms one last time and feel the warmth of her blood still coursing through her veins? Does he pinch her to see if she might awaken? Does he hold a mirror to her nose to see if her breath fogs it? No. His alleged love is so superficial and so selfish that he seeks to escape the pain of loss by taking his own life. That’s not love, but infatuation. Had they wed―Juliet bearing many children, bonding, growing together, the masks of the star-struck teens they once were long ago cast away, basking in the love born of a lifetime together―and she died of natural causes, would Romeo have been so moved to take his own life, or would he have grieved properly for her loss and not just his own?
“I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it? What’s so horrible about being dead forever, and not feeling anything, and not even dreaming? What’s so great about feeling and dreaming?”—Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via thoughtsdetained)