Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.

Broken vows are like broken mirrors. They leave those who held to them bleeding and staring at fractured images of themselves. (pg. 161)

I wish I was a kid again,
because skinned knees are easier
to fix then broken hearts.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.

There will always be a pain in 'goodbyes'. No matter how much we seem to understand everything, it breaks our hearts to ever see anything beautiful die.