#tear

Memories warm you up from the inside. But they also tear you apart. ↗

— Haruki Murakami

#tears

But smiles and tears are so alike with me, they are neither of them confined to any particular feelings: I often cry when I am happy, and smile when I am sad. ↗

— Anne Brontë

#smiles #tears #tears

Prim, let go," I say harshly, because this is upsetting me and I don't want to cry. When they televise the replay of the reapings tonight, everyone will make note of my tears, and I'll be marked as an easy target. A weakling. I will give no one that satisfaction. ↗

— Suzanne Collins

#satisfaction

We cannot tear out a single page of our life, but we can throw the whole book in the fire. ↗

— George Sand

#cannot #fire #life #our #out

Memories are bullets. Some whiz by and only spook you. Others tear you open and leave you in pieces. ↗

— Richard Kadrey

#memories #metaphor #pain #tears

He hesitated, but then stepped beneath the tree and knelt, depositing me gently on the ground between two giant roots. And he stayed there, kneeling beside me, holding my hand in his. Something splashed the back of my hand, cold as spring water, crystalling to my skin. A faery's tears. ↗

— Julie Kagawa

#tears

Tell me you’ll come back for the pack. For me.” His eyes were bright with tears. “I don’t want to lose you. ↗

— Andrea Cremer

#tears

A kiss about apple pie a la mode with the vanilla creaminess melting in the pie heat. A kiss about chocolate, when you haven't eaten chocolate in a year. A kiss about palm trees speeding by, trailing pink clouds when you drive down the Strip sizzling with champagne. A kiss about spotlights fanning the sky and the swollen sea spilling like tears all over your legs. ↗

— Francesca Lia Block

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The sea is nothing but a library of all the tears in history. ↗

— Lemony Snicket

#history #library #tears #tears

I think he came to die with me," I say. I clamp my hand over my mouth to stifle a sob. If I can keep breathing, I can stop crying. I didn't need or want him to die with me. I wanted to keep him safe. What an idiot, I think, but my heart isn't in it. "That's ridiculous," he says. "That doesn't make any sense. He's eighteen; he'll find another girlfriend once you're dead. And he's stupid if he doesn't know that." Tears run down my cheeks, hot at first and then cold. I close my eyes. "If you think that's what it's about..." I swallow another sob. "...you're the stupid one. ↗

— Veronica Roth

#tears