126 Quotes About Na

I bite my bottom lip, trying not to cry. I never cry in front of them.

When you love someone it feels like their blood runs through your veins, their breath fills your lungs, their heart makes yours beat, and without them everything stops.”“Fuck. That sounds tragic.”Tell me about it. “It is.” I bend to kiss him again, this time on the forehead. “But it’s worth it.

We’re not together anymore. Don’t forget it.There is a pause before he responds. Hard to forget that. The gaping hole in my chest that was left when u ripped my heart out kind of reminds me every time I breathe.

We're a symphony--our limbs and lips and skin making up the instruments, working together to create a beautiful piece of music.

He took my hand and held it against his chest, "Feel that? It beats for you.

What if I wrenched the steering wheel hard to the right and we went crashing into those mist-shrouded trees? Hell, Jane’s hunkload of men would probably appear from nowhere to rescue us, throwing themselves in front of the car to protect my beautiful friend.

You need to fear me, not hate me."I did. I feared him. But I think I hated him more. No, I knew I hated him more. For what he'd done. For what he was doing. For the betrayal. Most of all, for tarnishing something so beautiful and making it ugly. I trusted him. I gave myself to him, and he took me, peeled back layers of my soul until he saw it all. Then he took me.

Your life is always speaking to (for) you.

Social acceptability does not equal recovery.