34.

"Thinking about it now, he felt stupid, as we all do when we remember all the time we waste wishing we were somewhere else."

Paolo Giordano
from The Solitude of Prime Numbers

33.

"He thought of a potential that had been exhausted, the invisible vector lines that had previously united them through the air had now ceased to exist."

Paolo Giordano
from The Solitude of Prime Numbers

32.

"People took what they wanted, they clutched at coincidences, the few that there were, and made a life from them."

Paolo Giordano
from The Solitude of Prime Numbers

31.

"Against certain parts of yourself, you remain powerless..."

Paolo Gioradno
from The Solitude of Prime Numbers

30.

"In the end it happens, in some way you couldn't imagine before."

Paolo Giordano
from The Solitude of Prime Numbers

29.

I won't regret saying this
This thing
That I'm saying
Is it better than
Keeping my mouth shut
That goes without saying
Call, break it off
Call, break my own heart
Maybe I would have been
Something you'd be good at
Maybe you would have been
Something I'd be good at
But now we'll never know
I won't be sad
But in case
I'll go there
Everyday,
To make myself feel bad
There's a chance
I'll start to wonder
If this was the thing to do

-Tegan and Sara
Call It Off

28.

There is a layer of clouds between me and you,
that block out the sun,
a thousand ways to break my heart,
but I’m stuck on one.

Shotgun my pleas to heaven,
deep down I know you’re there,
but tonight my heart is heavy.
I really need you here.

This is mine; I claim this.
Your promises sustain me.
Like captain bound to ship,
I’d rather sink than swim.

There are fifteen steps from here to my bed.
I’m so tired my vision is blurring.
Your voice rings clear in my head.
Tonight sleep will elude me.

Shotgun my pleas to heaven,
deep down I know you’re there,
but tonight my heart is heavy.
I really need you here.

These idols,
not of gold,
but of flesh and blood.
These idols,
oh I know,
they’ll break my heart.

I’d rather sink than swim

-Elijah Wyman

Captian

27.

"Sticks and stones are hard on bones
Aimed with angry art,
Words can sting like anything
But silence breaks the heart."
 
-Phyllis McGinley
Ballade of Lost Objects