A feeling is not bottomless. once felt all the way through,a great peace greets you there
Alanis MorissetteHe knew these last lines by heart and mouthed them now in the darkness. My reason for life. Not living, but life. That was the touch. And she was his reason for life, and why he must survive.
Ian McEwanTags: life love sad atonement love-conquers-all ian-mcewan
I miss everything about you
Can't believe that I still want you
And after all the things we've been through
Tags: love sad song missing-you couples-heartbreak
Everyone's a liar. Everyone I've ever known.
Julie Anne PetersTags: suicide sad depression
Yeah – Sure I remember
Matter of fact it was just last September
She still calls it the fall to remember
Little Heather when it all came together
You remember the first time you met her?
She cried when it rained and blamed the weather
But inside she strained with suicide letters
The kind of cold you couldn’t warm with a sweater
Hardly lasted past December
She said she was headed down to defeat
That’s the last you’d seen and never had dreamed
That the same little Heather – It’s who you saw last week
In an instant you couldn’t have missed her gleam
As she listened she looked like a distant queen
With a difference, there for all to see
She found a different – A different kind of free
Tags: music sad september different-kind-of-free zoegirl
This isn’t a church social, Sweetheart. You aren’t going to be able to save me this time.
Katherine AllredGive sustenance, Allah.
Give sustenance to me.
Tags: spiritual sorrow sad allah sustenance
Learn this now and learn it well. Like a compass facing north, a man’s accusing finger always finds a woman. Always. You remember that, Mariam.
Khaled HosseiniTags: men women alone sad violence man-s-heart
I thought about you all the time. I used to pray that you’d live to be a hundred years old. I didn’t know. I didn’t know that you were ashamed of me.
Khaled HosseiniTags: men sorrow sad betrayal daughter jalil
I sat up and wiped my eyes, cursing the damned faeries and their eternal war. It seemed there was never enough time. Time to dance, or talk, or laugh, or even mourn the passing of a friend. Slipping off my corsage, I laid it on Ironhorse’s cold metal shoulder, wanting him to have something natural and beautiful in this lifeless place.Goodbye, Ironhorse.
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