Sara

“Но если кристалл раскололся под тяжким молотом сомнения, его можно в лучшем случае склеить, не больше. Склеивать, лгать и смотреть, как он едва преломляет свет, вместо того чтобы сверкать ослепительным блеском! Ничто не возвращается. Ничего не восстанавливается.”
― Эрих Мария Ремарк, Arch of Triumph

“Bilmediğim bir şarkının delice dilime takılması gibiydi ona olan hislerim... Bilmiyorum. Sorsalar, söyleyemem ne olduğunu. Ama sürekli zihnimde..”
― Büşra Yılmaz, Ölüme Fısıldayan Adam

“I stopped. She was bleeding after all. Perfect lines crossed her wrists, not near any crucial veins, but enough to leave wet red tracks across her skin. She hadn;t hit her veins when she did this; death hadn't been her goal.”
― Richelle Mead, Vampire Academy

“And I do. I do wonder, I think about it all the time. What it would be like to kill myself. Because I never really know, I still can't tell the difference, I'm never quite certain whether or not I'm actually alive. I sit here every single day. Run, I said to myself. Run until your lungs collapse, until the wind whips and snaps at your tattered clothes, until you're a blur that blends into the background.

Run, Juliette, run faster, run until your bones break and your shins split and your muscles atrophy and your heart dies because it was always too big for your chest and it beat too fast for too long and you run.

Run run run until you can't hear their feet behind you. Run until they drop their fists and their shouts dissolve in the air. Run with your eyes open and your mouth shut and dam the river rushing up behind your eyes. Run, Juliette.

Run until you drop dead. Make sure your heart stops before they ever reach you. Before they ever touch you.

Run, I said.”
― Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me