We find that at present the human race is divided into one wise man, nine knaves, and ninety fools out of every hundred. That is, by an optimistic observer. The nine knaves assemble themselves under t...
The sad part is that you love her.... and she didn't love you back.
It hurt when someone lies to you, and you know that. But you believe him instead because you love him.
I got my heart checked, report says it's perfectly normal, there is no trace of love in it
If something's permanent, it's definitely not love.
Life is pain and everyone dies, but true love lives forever.
Accept everything, even if it's pain, even if it's sadness, because there's nothing absolute in this world. If everything were to disappear, at least I was thinking it didn't matter anyway. Even if in...
You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems
Where would we be without our painful childhoods?
Life is brutal that way... the loss of irrecoverable moments amid trivia and distraction.
Sometimes two people will regard each other over a gulf too wide to ever be bridged, and know immediately what could have happened, and that it never will.
Love is always fake gradually it disappears
And she realized, standing there, that in all her practical plans for marriage, she'd never thought about the simple pleasure of being loved.
This generation seems to see children as a financial burden and responsibility to be avoided.
A LAST NOTE FROM YOUR NARRATOR I am haunted by humans.
Why is it we want so badly to memorialize ourselves? Even while we're still alive. We wish to assert our existence, like dogs peeing on fire hydrants. We put on display our framed photographs, our par...
Some ghost of myself still lived back in the days when we'd shared a bed and talked of the future. But that love we'd had and those selves we'd been were gone, placed in a box like old photographs and...
But her eyes had had too much in them and his heart way too little for things to keep going.
لم أكن أعرف كيف أكون أي شيء! لم أستطع أن أكون حقودًا أو طيب القلب، ولا نذلًا أو أمينًا، ولا بطلًا أو حشرة. إنني أعيش حياتي الآن في هذه الزاوية، مهينًا نفسي بمواساة حاقدة غير مجدية تتمثل في قولي لها:...
I not afraid of dying, I'm afraid of suffering
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