There is a silence so great that I can hear the ice crystals cracking and falling from eyelashes of girls who will never blink again.
Lauren DeStefanoShe’s a commodity in a sea of broken girls.
Lauren DeStefanoStichwörter: prostitution dark sad
We were his disposable things. Brought to him like cattle. Stripped of what made us sisters or daughters or children. There was nothing that he could take from us—our genes, our bones, our wombs—that would ever satisfy him. There was no other way that we would be free.
Lauren DeStefanoI’m alone, stumbling through the city in the dark, trying not to let the night freeze my blood.
Isaac MarionStichwörter: loneliness dark sad
She wasn't a cruel Bird. But her heart ached so badly for these sad, broken birds that, just as the Puppeteer had planned, she had begun to hate them. She hated them for making her feel so wretched, when she should be happiest. That happens sometimes.
Katherine CatmullStichwörter: hate sad cruelty birds broken
I'm sad at you.
Tiffany ReiszStichwörter: sad couldn-t-have-said-it-better
Is that all?" she whispered.
Gansey closed his eyes. "That's all there is.
Stichwörter: sad
Slowly he took out the clothes in which, ten years beforem Cosette had left Montfermeil; first the little dress, then the black scarf, then the great heavy child's shoes Cosette could still almost have worn, so small was her foot, then the vest of very thich fustian, then the knitted petticoat, the the apron with pockets, then the wool stockings.... Then his venerable white head fell on the bed, this old stoical heart broke, his face was swallowed up, so to speak, in Cosette's clothes, and anybody who had passed along the staircase at that moment would have heard irrepressible sobbing.
Victor HugoStichwörter: crying sad les-miserables clothing cosette jean-valjean inseparable
My whole life has been one big broken promise.
Sara ZarrStichwörter: sad
Now I understand why women want to have children - it's simply the urge to create happiness for yourself, somehow to fill the oppressive, unbearable emptiness in your soul.
Nina LugovskayaStichwörter: happiness women children soul oppression sad russia
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