Tabitha Suzuma Quotes

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.

Trying to describe my life and feelings to you is like trying to describe coulours to the blind, or music to the deaf. It's simply not possible.

And my loneliness, always my loneliness - that airless bubble of despair that is slowing stifling me.

I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?

What else could he possibly have done? What choices did he ever have?

She looks away and bites her lip. Her eyes glisten.
I want to touch her but I don't dare. I don't even know if she's mine any more.

Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.

The sight of such aching beauty would infuse his soul with pain.

Sometimes love chooses us

The words fire from my mouth like bullets, ricocheting off the walls before I can even register what I'm saying.

Separated by so much more than distance and lifestyle, even their memories of a shared childhood have faded from their minds.

I am overcome by a feeling of complete detachment. I am a mere object to these people. I am barely human any more.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

Walking down the street, weaving in and out of the crowds, I try to think of something - anything - to look forward to.

How can something so wrong feel so right?

The sobs tear at my throat. Who would have thought forty pills wouldn't be enough?

You've always been my best friend, my soul mate, and now I've fallen in love with you too. Why is that such a crime?

Before there was anything, there was Lochan.

This is the definition of happiness: a whole day stretching out ahead of me, beautiful in its emptiness and simplicity.

Out of the millions and millions of people that inhabit this planet, he is one of the tiny few I can never have.

How-how can we make it against the whole world?

I don't understand. Why can't she just be like the other teachers? Why does she have to care?

Talking to adults is bearable; it's talking to people my age that's impossible.

If I keep breathing, then I have to keep living, and if I keep living, then I have to keep hurting, and I can't - not like this.

I think I'm going to die from happiness. I think I'm going to die from pain.

At what point do you give up - decide enough is enough? There is only one answer really. Never.

He's the hottest guy in school. I've fancied him for ages. I can't wait to go out with him.

I am sure that music was never meant to sound this harsh, this painful.

It's funny how you can think you've reached rock bottom, then sink a whole lot further.

I've never seen anyone sleep with their head hanging off the back of a wooden chair before - was the couch not comfortable enough for you?

You cannot undo the past; you can only learn to live with it, find some way of making peace with it, and move on.

And this is something I must accept - even if, like acid on metal, it is slowly corroding me inside.

Nothing can relieve the pain. Not crying, laughing, screaming, begging. Nothing can change the past.

You never let any of them lose! Even when giving them a run for their money, you always, always let them catch you in the end.

Lochie. The boy I once loved. The boy I still love. The boy I will continue to love, even when my part in this world is over too.

As the light begins to intensify, so does my misery, and I wonder how it is possible to hurt so much when nothing is wrong.

There are moments during the day when I just grind to a halt and simply cannot find the energy to draw another breath.

If I move, if I speak, if I so much as blink, I'm going to lose this battle.

It's always nice being fancied. It's always nice being wanted. Even it it's by the wrong person.

But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.

At the age of five she has already come to terms with one of the life's harshest lessons: that the world isn't fair.

At the end of the day it's about how much you can bear, how much you can endure. Being together, we harm nobody; being apart, we extinguish ourselves.

You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.

She can't just be a face, a body; there has to be more than that, some kind of connection. And I can't connect, don't want to connect, with anyone.

They entered the profession full of hope and vigor, determined to make a difference, to heed Gandhi and be the change they wanted to see in the world.