These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

He's grown into quite the young man since you took him in.""You say that like being a man's a good thing, " Nyx said.

going to have an industrial society you must have places that will look terrible. Other places you set aside—to say, ‘This is the way it was.’

What would it mean to live in a city whose people were changing each other's despair into hope?-- You yourself must change it.

If you want the present to be different from the past, study the past.

I'll ride the wave, where it takes me!

Lend your voices only to sounds of freedom, no longer lend your strength to that which you wish to be free from. Fill your life with love and bravery, and you shall live a life uncommon.

Great books are written from a sense that there is nothing to lose.

George Eliot is my only steady girlfriend. We go to bed together every night.

Because with every action, comment, conversation, we have the choice to invite Heaven or Hell to Earth.

We love and we value peace; we know its blessings from experience. We abhor the follies of war, and are not untried in its distresses and calamities.