“ The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that “everything in the world exists to end up in a book,” and if that’s true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly crea… Mirella Muffarotto
“ She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point whe… Mirella Muffarotto
“ I once believed in faith - that if I patiently waited, something good will happen. But at the end of the chapter, I found myself devastated. Years have gone by and I'm back at chapter one again. I've… Raphael Paolo Augustine Camañag
“ She averted his eyes, but not before he recognized the pain in them, a tormented and languished gaze, a stare preserved for people who were able to love deeply enough that they could be destroyed by i… Jacqueline Simon Gunn
“ Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation. Jacqueline Simon Gunn
“ He started to estrange her... And they became strangers Who knew each other's heart, So broken as they drifted apart. Ana Claudia Antunes
“ His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him. Sylvia Day
“ A woman might save him from a heart attack, but she'll kill him in every other way. Rachel Higginson
“ If this constant bitter disappointment was love, then I was perfectly fine not to have anything to do with it. Vann Chow
“ Love brought its tail of pains,its long static beam of thorns,and we close our eyes so that nothing,so that no wound will separate us. Pablo Neruda
“ Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing. E.M. Denning
“ The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away. E.M. Denning
“ What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be Ayushee Ghoshal
“ Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inanimate,The trees that stand proudly in winter,Not missing their leaves.I wanted to… Jacqueline Simon Gunn
“ Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths. Melanie Cusick-Jones
“ Love. He recoiled from the very idea. He knew all about love: love was following his best friend around school like a lost puppy, putting up with all manner of shit just to be near him. Love was sobbi… Kate Aaron
