#anguish

No" she jerked back, stared up at him. Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering. "Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah." His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to. He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held. "Don't you leave me!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The very best part of me." Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left.” ― Lora Leigh, Wild Card ↗

— Lora Leigh

#broken-hearted #impossible-love #leaving #nathan-malone #noah-blake

The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish. ↗

— Federico Garcia Lorca

#architecture #big #big city #captures #city

I have designed my style pantomimes as white ink drawings on black backgrounds, so that man's destiny appears as a thread lost in an endless labyrinth. I have tried to shed some gleams of light on the shadow of man startled by his anguish. ↗

— Marcel Marceau

#appears #backgrounds #black #designed #destiny

Nothing is ever cut-and-dried. There's anguish behind everything. ↗

— Paul Rudd

#behind #ever #everything #nothing

Lucky that man whose children make his happiness in life and not his grief, the anguished disappointment of his hopes. ↗

— Euripedes

#children #disappointment #grief #happiness #his

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. ↗

— Lucretius

#anguish #arises #bitterness #enchantment #flowers

For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth; to know the worst and provide for it. ↗

— Patrick Henry

#anguish #cost #i #i am #know

One thought I think every person eventually thinks is, “Holy shit, I’m going to die!” Sorry, I just turned thirty yesterday, so my mortality is on my mind.
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— Jarod Kintz

#anguish #birthday #death #die #human

But whichever form it took it brought with it, in those moments of bitter anguish, such a desperate surge of hope that it was almost untouchable, and flitted away like a golden butterfly into the bright blue sky - beautiful, unreachable and completely transistent. ↗

— Tabitha Suzuma

#depression #hope #beauty

The — the prophecy . . . the prediction . . . Trelawney . . .” “Ah, yes. How much did you relay to Lord Voldemort?” “Everything — everything I heard! That is why — it is for that reason — he thinks it means Lily Evans!” “The prophecy did not refer to a woman. It spoke of a boy born at the end of July —” “You know what I mean! He thinks it means her son, he is going to hunt her down — kill them all —” “If she means so much to you, surely Lord Voldemort will spare her? Could you not ask for mercy for the mother, in exchange for the son?” “I have — I have asked him —” “You disgust me. ↗

— J.K. Rowling

#anguish #disgust #lily-evans #prophecy #severus-snape