We were broken, brittle and fragile. The question was, were we still precious to each other? Or, instead of everything falling into place, had it fallen into pieces?

Megan Hart

Categorized in : Fall Broken Pieces

From the first time you laughed with me, all those months, and all those stories,” Joe said quietly. “They were all you, to me. All of them were you.

months stories firsts

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon?... by Megan Hart

What are you, Elle? Are you a ghost? Are you an angel or a demon? Because you can’t be real.

angel real ghost

I do not like that I allowed my past to close me off. I do not like that I let circumstances rob me of the ability to have a normal relationship with a man, to have friends, to be happy. I do not like it, but I had felt myself powerless against it.

normal men past

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up. by Megan Hart

Abandoning a task that is futile and pointless is not giving up.

pointless giving-up tasks

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for diff... by Megan Hart

All men have the stars, but they are not the same things for different people.

stars men people

Sometimes grief is a comfort we grant ourselves because it's less terrifying than trying for joy. Nobody wants to admit it. We'd all declare we want to be happy, if we could. So why, then, is pain the one thing we most often hold on to? Why are slights and griefs the memories on which we choose to dwell? Is it because joy doesn't last but grief does?

pain grief memories

I was trying to replace something I'd come to care about very much with something pretending to be as important.

care important trying

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "B... by Megan Hart

I've done my best to drive you away, Sadie," he said suddenly. "But you've never left me.

sadie done said

We labored under the pretense that nothing had changed when everything had, and I understood him, but i no longer knew him.

pretense understood changed

There's nothing that says you can't change." "Not even if it changes everything else?" I shook my head. "Not even then.

cant-change ifs

Bess had become the ocean, always breaking against the rocks but never staying broken. Her love was the ocean, too, endless and always changing, yet forever the same.

rocks ocean broken

Macy: "Listen, I can't pretend to be the queen of good advice, here. I've had more boyfriends than I can count, and I'm not so sure that's any better than not having any. But I do know this. When you find someone who makes you smile and laugh, when you find someone who makes you feel safe, you shouldn't let that person go just because you're afraid." Elle: "And you're not afraid of it ending?" Macy: "Sure I am, But I'd rather have something this good for a little while than have nothing forever

queens forever laughing

Does madness bring creativity? Or does creativity cause madness? Can an artist create without the ups so high and the downs so low?

creativity artist doe

Sometimes, you turn back. Sometimes, you walk away. And sometimes, you find the place you're meant to be, and you stay there. You find a way to make it work. Whatever it takes.

whatever-it-takes sometimes way

Sometimes,” he said after a second that lasted a million years, “things get broken. And they can’t be fixed.

broken sometimes years

They’re like sharks. Circling. Cute, single guy, good job, nice car. It’s all they know about me.” His tone was light but his expression serious. Maybe that’s because it’s all you show them.” Maybe it’s all they want to see.

Scars are proof we can can survive by Megan Hart

Scars are proof we can can survive

I knew him, but I don't understand him. by Megan Hart

I knew him, but I don't understand him.

He was quiet. I said nothing, hoping that maybe, for once, he'd stop pretenting he was okay. Then I could, too. That we could both forget the roles that had so long bound us.

roles quiet long

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me,... by Megan Hart

If I'd known it was going to be the last time he'd ever hold me, I'd have paid better attention.

hold-me lasts attention