Author of quotes: Karen Marie Morning

Human sentiment turns death in the greatest act of love. And this is the biggest nonsense in the world. To die for someone is easy. The one who died for leaving. Plain and simple. The game is over. End the pain... And you try for someone to live. Through all the good, bad, difficult, easy, joy, suffering. That's hard.

Some people pull out of you the worst, others the best, and there are (extremely small) to whom you are drawn because they reveal to you. In all. They make you feel so alive that you are willing to follow them even in hell, if only all was adjusted.

I was not ready to die. No one is ready for it. You lose someone you love more than yourself, and go through a short course of death. Every night you lie awake wondering about whether or not there are heaven and hell, looking for any means to cling to faith because they simply can't accept the fact that your loved ones are so far away that I can not hear the whisper of your prayers...
And the worst thing about the loss of a loved one - in addition to agony from the inability to see him again - that you never said. Unspoken words haunt you, they scoff, Recalling that you thought, if you have an eternity. And it is not none.

And this, my dear FIA, this is the main mistake of the entire female half of humanity: they fall in love with someone can be a man. And we too rarely see in yourself what you see, and too seldom comply with your fictitious ideal. Stop coming up with traits of who I could be and carefully, intently, appraisingly look at who I am.

We often see ourselves through the eyes of others: it is part of human nature to seek the reflection of their actions in the minds of others. Maybe that's why vampires appear to us as monsters - they have no reflection. Parents, I mean good parents, you see your reflection in the existence and success of their children. The friends we choose, be a wonderful mirror, and we grow to fit the reflection.

You soar for me, Falcon? I'll elevate you high, higher than you've ever been. I'll teach you to reach heights you could only dream of.

When he kisses me, the final piece that could stay with me, dies.

She chased him cold, and it cooled her fever.

- You're impossible - contempt reflected in his handsome face. She was nothing like you. It was open. Her heart wasn't hidden behind seven seals.
And what it brought her? Death.

To lie is not difficult. Worse, we cling to the lie. Please give us the illusion to not face the truth, don't feel alone.

It was necessary to pay more attention to who I am, in fact, not how I look.

I want to go through it all. Again to touch him. To hear the sounds he makes. To smile to him. Be gentle and don't be afraid to show their affection. Life is so fragile, wonderful, and too short. Why I realized it only when it's too late?

I, anyway, do not run from their mistakes. I fall asleep and Wake up with them. They are looking at me from the mirror when I looked in it. And I say to myself: "Dude, you'll survive it."