Harmony Vekony

“After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“I can´t live in a world where you don´t exist”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon

“The waves of pain that had only lapped at me before now reared high up and washed over my head, pulling me under. I did not resurface.”
― Stephanie Meyer, New Moon

“I lay in my bed a few minutes later, resigned as the pain finally made its appearance.
It was a crippling thing, this sensation that a huge hole had been pushed through my chest, excising my most vital organs and leaving ragged, unhealed gashes around the edges that continued to throb and bleed despite the passage of time. Rationally, I knew my lungs must still be intact, yet I gasped for air and my head spun like my efforts yielded me nothing. My heart must have been beating, too, but I couldn't hear the sound of my pulse in my ears; my hands felt blue with cold. I curled inward, hugging my ribs to hold myself together. I scrambled for my numbness, my denial, but it evaded me.
And yet, I found I could survive. I was alert, I felt the pain--the aching loss that radiated out from my chest, sending wracking waves of hurt through my limbs and head--but it was managable. I could live through it. It didn't feel like the pain had weakened over time, rather that I'd grown strong enough to bear it.”
― Stephenie Meyer, New Moon