If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it.
If only she could be so oblivious again, to feel such love without knowing it, mistaking it for laughter and bread with only the scent of jam spread on top of it. It was the best time of her life.
If a guy like you can stand up and do what you did then maybe everyone can. Maybe everyone can live beyond what they're capable of.And that's when I realize: I'm not the messenger at all. I'm the mess...
If I ever leave this place-I'll make sure I'm better HERE first.
Ich... Er kämpfte mit der Antwort. Als alles still war, bin ich hinaufgegangen, und im Flur habe ich gesehen, dass der Vorhang im Wohnzimmer einen Spalt offen stand... ich konnte nach draußen sehen. I...
I would have not taken it badly. After reading ‘The Book Thief’, I discovered that she called everyone that ‘Saukerl’, ‘Saumensen’. Especially the people she loved
I wanted to ask her how the same thing could be so ugly and so glorious, and its words so damning and brilliant.
I want words at my funeral.But I guess that means you need life in your life.
I want to talk to him.I want to ask him about that girl and if he loved her and still misses her.Nothing, however, exits my mouth. How well do we really let ourselves know each other?There's a long qu...
I urge you - don't be afraid. I'm nothing if not fair
I think only one thing.Where 's Octavia? As I get closer to the bottom, I notice that it's water that I'm falling into. It's salty-green and smooth, until...I'm driven through the surface and go deepe...
I tell me:Let these words be footsteps, because I have a long way to travel. Let the words walk the dirty streets. Let them make their way across the crying grass. Let them stand and breathe and pant...
I never did get around to praying for myself, did I? Maybe that's what was behind it, though. Myself. Maybe the only reason I'd prayed for others to begin with was to bring myself good fortune. Was th...
I most definitely can be cheerful. I can be amiable. Agreeable. Affable. And that's only the A's. Just don't ask me to be nice. Nice has nothing to do with me.
I have loved words, I have hated them, and I hope I have used them well.
I guess it’s for life beyond these pages.
I guess humans like to watch a little destruction. Sandcastles, houses of cards, that’s where they begin. Their great skill is their capacity to escalate. The thought of missing it was eased when she
I don't want to pray that Max is alive and safe. Or Alex Steiner.Because the world does not deserve them.
I called back, but not loud enough, probably. I don't like making noise in public
I am haunted by humans.