True confessions are written with tears only. But my tears would drown the world, as my inner fire would reduce it to ashes.

I’ll give you a glass of wine, if you give me a few drops of water from your eyes. I’m thirsty for your sadness.

You said this was only the beginning, I didn't realize that meant starting a new chapter without you as part of my story.

I walk slowly when I’m being introspective and nostalgic. Some might call it moping. But I don’t. I call it love.

Joe closed his hand over the watch and it was still warm from his father's pocket, ticking against his palm like a heart.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

Thomas had never seen anything like her in his life, and he knew, with a beautiful sort of sadness, that he never would again.

The world was not to be trusted. Loved persons were always stolen. Dreams always squashed. That was life as she understood it.

An empty room holds nothing but memories. At least it would, if I didn’t just finish packing up the last of the sadness.

I bought this place for a pittance, because it was a dump. Rejected, abandoned, unwanted. Like me. I fixed it up. Made it mine.

Behind this smile in my faceLies the dark shadow of emptinessHiding from your eyes within my gazeConcealed with sham happiness.

There, in the spaces between darkness and light, a sadness hangs in the air, invisible to the human eye yet heavy on the heart.

I sometimes wish I could spontaneously combust. Burn until nothing but ash is left, to be washed away by the wind and the rain.

You endure what is supposedly unbearable, and before you know it, you would have done the impossible by bearing the unbearable.