Tabitha Suzuma Quotes

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

...and my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

Get through today – you can fall apart tomorrow. Get through tomorrow, you can fall apart the day after . . .

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

She can't just be a face, a body; there has to be more than that, some kind of connection. And I can't connect, don't want to connect, with anyone.

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it, find some way of making peace with it, and move on.

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.

And I know how he feels—it’s so good it hurts. I think I’m going to die from happiness. I think I’m going to die from pain. Time has stopped; time is racing.

What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?

There are no laws, no boundaries on feelings.We can love each other as much and as deeply as we want.No one, Maya, no one can ever take that away from us.

And I know how he feels–it’s so good it hurts.

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.

Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.

Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.

But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.

Anyway, what does mad mean exactly?" Rami added quickly "Aren't we all a little mad? Don't we have to be somehat mad just to go on living, to go on hoping?

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

I would give anything to escape myself, Flynn thought, just for a day, just for a minute even. Just to know what it was like to think differently, to feel differently, and to not be me.

It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.

Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

At what point do you give up— decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

School is a pile of crap. School has always been a pile of crap – he had just never bothered to think about it until today.

Within the grand scale of things, sitting in a classroom day after day is so utterly meaningless and pointless that it actually makes his chest hurt to think about it.

I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.