Laura

“I want my life to be the greatest story.
My very existence will be the greatest poem.
Watch me burn.
Love always, Charlotte”
― Charlotte Eriksson, Empty Roads & Broken Bottles: in search for The Great Perhaps

“Will. For a moment her heart hesitated. She remembered when Will had died, her agony, the long nights alone, reaching across the bed every morning when she woke up, for years expecting to find him there, and only slowly growing accustomed to the fact that side of the bed would always be empty. The moments when she had found something funny and turned to share the joke with him, only to be shocked anew that he was not there. The worst moments, when, sitting alone at breakfast, she had realized that she had forgotten the precise blue of his eyes or the depth of his laugh; that, like the sound of Jem's violin music, they had faded into the distance where memories are silent.”
― Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Princess

“It was one of those rare times when remembering the dead was more inmportant than tending to the needs of the living.”
― Dean Koontz, Lightning

“...I’m tired of everyone looking at me with pity in their eyes. I’m tired of feeling like my heart is being ripped out of my chest every damned day. I’m tired of waking up in the morning, and then remembering...”
― A.B. Shepherd, Lifeboat