I would have thought this would make me feel better.. getting to be the one to leave and not the one left behind. But it didn't. Not at all.

I would have kept you safe,' he said.I closed my eyes, forcing the tears down my cheek to break against the dam of his fingers. 'I know.

To me, the most important rules in life are:1. Never trust people you love.2. Never trust people you don't love.3. Never trust people at all.

I hope we meet again," said Ramman."I do too," Tel Hesani said, then added underneath his breath, "Although I fear it won't be in this world.

She looked at the boy. He knew her weakness for storytelling. And it was, after all, only a story. Still, she wished he had chosen a happier one.

Put meunderneath God's sky and know medon't just look at me with your eyesTake awaythis mask of flesh and bone andsee me for my soulalone

I won't let that night ruin you forever." But it did, it broke me into a million pieces and blew them away in the wind, like crumbled leaves.

Darling, even raindrops try to wipe my teardrops but your thoughts haul out more tears from my liquid eyes and then teardrops replace raindrops...

He did not have anything on him except her thoughts, except the good times he had once shared and the bad times he so desperately wanted to forget.

He put his arms around me. We were both feeling miserable. How were we to know we were happy, even then? Because we at least had that: arms, around.

Love lies in those unsent drafts in your mailbox. Sometimes you wonder whether things would have been different if you'd clicked 'Send'.

I looked at sky this morning and realized summer is almost gone which really made me sad because it doesn't seem as though its been here at all.

I set down in a chair by the window and tried to think of something cheerful, but it warn't no use. I felt so lonesome I most wished I was dead.

She had awoken this morning and slipped the amethyst ring off her finger. It had felt liked a blessed release, a final shadow lifted from her heart.

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.