S. 

Everyone will hurt you. The key to happiness is finding someone worth enduring the pain.

Parker S. Huntington, L.J. Shen, My dark Romeo

You put all these walls up, but your heart still wants what it always has…and always will. Pain, hurt, loss - that’s the price we all pay for loving and being loved in return. You can choose to live or choose simply to exist. But don’t fool yourself that existing is free from danger. It’s just a different kind. Pick your poison.

Dylan Allen, Then Came You 

So I learned to not rely on anyone. Since I was a teenager, I’ve thought my fear of getting close to people was because I was afraid of losing them. But I think maybe I was more afraid that there was no one out there afraid of losing me.

Vi Keeland, The Game

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

“Balter?”

“To dance—artlessly, with no grace, no skill, but always with enjoyment. All you have to do is ask. I will always be here to balter with you.”

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

“What’s lagom?”

My hands fell to his chest, thrilled by his heart’s tempo. It matched mine. “Not too little. Not too much. Just right.”

I didn’t believe in perfect, but I believed in lagom.

It meant right, but not necessarily perfect.

And in a world filled with devious lies, it was a truth I latched onto.

(...) “Why not say perfect?”

I shook my head, appalled by the idea. “Perfection is unattainable. It’s stained by the suffering required to chase it. Perfect is something you think with your head. Lagom is something you feel with your heart.”

Parker S. Huntington, Devious Lies 

I was trying to think nice thoughts, I really was, because I could be too hard on people. Especially men. My Mam always told me I was too hard on them. She said that I had probably told my soul mate to go to hell at some point in my life. Seeing as he was too scared to disobey me, he probably did.

Bella Di Corte, Marauder 

Ah, but not all hearts are the same, darlin’. I don’t think yours is made of sunshine and rainbows. Princess bullshit, isn’t that what you said at the fair? I know yours is the exact opposite. Yours is a fortress. One that needs to be battled for. Bled for. Once inside, it belongs to whoever was smug enough to believe he could get past the gates.

Bella Di Corte, Marauder

But even love dies when you stomp on it enough. 

Saffron A. Kent, Bad Boy Blues 

"If you want to be happy—you have to take chances. You have to open yourself up to getting hurt.”

“I’m scared to make a choice.” My voice cracks as I round the car into my neighborhood.

“You know what’s scarier?” she asks. “Not making one at all.”

L. J. Shen, Beautiful Graves

Wren fell into a period of self-reflection after that, a time where she realized it was more important to love herself than be loved by someone else. That’s not to say that she didn’t hope to love another person again, just that she understood it wasn’t the most important thing for survival.

Penelope Ward, Moody 

W nurcie czasu uwięzieni, nieprzerwanie w jedną stronę, ku brzegowi dryfujemy, po swój kres i nieskończoność...