Quotes by Brittainy C. Cherry

He was afraid of letting anyone know of his love, because if life had taught him anything, it was that love wasn’t a prize, it was a weapon. And he was so tired of being hurt.

To love,and all the heartache that weighs it down.To love,and all the heartbeats that lift it up.

But my heart… my heart believed in a quiet, simple kind of love. A kind of love that was created before time existed, a kind of love that was bigger than any limitations the world placed upon us. It was a type of love that had no age limits, no boundaries , and was seen only within the souls of two people. My heart didn’t give me much of a choice.

All this time I thought you were reading to escape the world, but now I know, you didn’t read to escape it; you read to discover it.

You dont have to be good all the times. Its okay to be hurt sometimes. Its okay to feel lost like youre wandering around the dark. Its the bad days that make the good ones so much better.

Maybe the point of life is to teach us that we aren’t always going to be our past mistakes. Maybe the point of life is to open ourselves up to the things that we fear most—like love.Maybe the whole point of my life was to simply find you, even if it wasn’t meant to be forever.And that thought alone is enough to get me through each night of loneliness.

I wasnt sure of it, but I was almost certain that loneliness was a disease. An infectious, disgusting illness that was slow to creep into your system and overtake you, even though you tried to fight it off the best you could.

Each night we watched the sun set no matter where we were, and wed wake up early to witness it rising again. That was the thing about life: even when the days faded to black, you were always given another chance. A second moment to try again to rise from the ashes.

Steven and I had always come to the market to check out the fresh flowers, so when Friday came around with the fresh roses, I always stood in the middle of it all, breathing in the memories and breathing out the hurt.

There was nothing as romantic as the feel of a book in your hands.

- Ill be better tomorrow.- No you wont. But thats okay...Ill wait.- For how long?- How long will I wait? Take forever and multiply it by infinity. And then Ill wait some more.

Sometimes tomorrow never comes and you’re only left with the memories of yesterdays.

Well then... I clear my throat once. You are a fantastic actor, I say, breathless, and emotionally drugged up on Mr. Sexdorable.

“Vale la pena tener el corazón roto por esos momentos de felicidad. Y los pedazos de un corazón se pueden volver a juntar. Quedarán cicatrices, claro, y alguna herida, y a veces los recuerdos del pasado llegan a quemar, pero eso quiere decir que has sobrevivido al incendio. Ese dolor marca tu renacer.”

“A fin de cuentas tu hogar no está en un sitio concreto, sino en una sensación que te proporcionan las personas que más te importan, una sensación que calma las llamas de tu alma.”

“Lo peor de perder a alguien que uno ama es el hecho de que también te pierdes a ti mismo.”