#bittersweet

The sharp knife of a short life, well I've had, just enough time. ↗

— Kimberly Perry

#death #inspirational #death

And the pomegranates,/ like memories, are bittersweet/ as we huddle together,/ remembering just how good/ life used to be ↗

— Guadalupe Garcia McCall

#family #memories #sorrow #under-the-mesquite #family

You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers. ↗

— John Green

#hurt #inspirational #love #inspirational

If there is an afterlife, I want my soul intact. And then maybe I'll see you there."I smiled, somehow calm now that I was facing something inevitable. I was getting the good-bye I'd always wanted. - Nikki ↗

— Brodi Ashton

#life-and-death #death

Would 'sorry' have made any difference? Does it ever? It's just a word. One word against a thousand actions. ↗

— Sarah Ockler

#bittersweet #regrets #sarah-ockler #sorry #action

Then I turned the page and at the top it said THINGS I MISS ABOUT M and there was a list of 15 things, and the first was THE WAY HE HOLDS THINGS. I did not understand how you can miss the way somebody holds things. ↗

— Nicole Krauss

#love #love

I’m not leaving you. Right here, right now is the happiest I’ve ever been. I love you. That means I don’t leave. Sorry. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #love #poughkeepsie

I love you in such a greedy way, I’m guilty about it.” She tilted her head back as he moved his lips to her throat. “Guilty is for crimes. Always is for love. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#crushed-seraphim #mine #poughkeepsie #seriana #love

She opened her eyes with a gasp. “I love you.” He had tears running a path down his face. He nodded. “Back at ya, pretty child. So, so much. ↗

— Debra Anastasia

#bittersweet-seraphim #crushed-seraphim #debra-anastasia #jack #poughkeepsie

Finishing a book is bittersweet. You spend days getting to know the characters. Learning their nuances, their faults, their loves, their lives. They become your friends, acquaintances, enemies. And after the story ends, you miss them. You look for them in your own life, wonder where they’ve gone, you forget that they aren’t real. You fall in love with the hero and dream of him at night. The strange girl becomes your best friend. Their heartaches become your heartaches. You laugh when they laugh. And cry when they die. Eventually you realise they aren’t a part of your world, you were just briefly visiting theirs. ↗

— Whimsical Enlightenment

#tumblr #dreams