Imagine being beaten up every day for something you didn’t do and yet, when it’s over, you keep on smiling. That’s what every day of Donald’s life was like. His death was a small death. No one mourned his passing; they merely agreed it was for the best that he be forgotten as quickly as possible, since his was a life misspent. John William Tuohy
And he suddenly knew that if she killed herself, he would die. Maybe not immediately, maybe not with the same blinding rush of pain, but it would happen. You couldn't live for very long without a heart.
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Jodi Picoult
I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.
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Nina Lacour
There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We'd be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think 'it will be okay if it can just be like...
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Nina Lacour
You might be looking for reasons but there are no reasons.
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Nina Lacour
The language of love letters is the same as suicide notes.
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Courtney Love
More Quotes By John William Tuohy
I felt empty a lot and I sometimes had a sense–and I know this sounds strange–that I really had no existence as my own person, that I could disappear and no one would notice or remember that I had ever existed. It is a terrifying...
Then there are all of those children, the ones who aren’t resilient. The ones who slowly, quietly die. I think the difference is that the kids who bounce back learn to bear a little bit more than they thought they could, and they soon understand...
I don’t know what I would have done if they had hugged me. I probably would have frozen in place, become stiff. It took most of my life to overcome my distaste for physical contact and not to stiffen when I was touched, or flinch,...
Imagine being beaten up every day for something you didn’t do and yet, when it’s over, you keep on smiling. That’s what every day of Donald’s life was like. His death was a small death. No one mourned his passing; they merely agreed it was...
The next day, when I came home from the library, there was a small, used red record player in my room. I found my mother in the kitchen and spotted a bandage taped to her arm. “Ma, ” I asked. “Where did you get the...
