“I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.” HeartFactsFeltMy HeartBreathsChestsShakingHeadacheSqueezingHeart Beating Author:Elizabeth Scott
“Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.” WayWritingHeartEndsMatterStoriesLastsNightWishGoneMy HeartMy FriendsLettersBurnedLast WordsHappy EndingsByeGood ByeJuliaSaying Good Bye Author:Elizabeth Scott
“I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.” ShouldHeartHas BeensTogetherMy HeartSadBeatsHeavyShouldersBack Together Book:Living Dead Girl Source: Living Dead Girl
“I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.” HeartKindI CanCuttingBrokenMy HeartWide Book:The Unwritten Rule Source: The Unwritten Rule
“He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.” IfsKnowsWorldMindHeartWholePainNextWaitingSweetMy HeartMouthsBreathsWhole WorldPoundsIntensitySweatBlankPalmsCurvesFreeze Book:As I Wake Source: As I Wake
“..."Are you okay?" he says, still looking at me, and I feel my smile slip, fade, and the silence that falls over us then is so total I can’t hear anything, not the rush-hiss of my heart pounding in my chest, not the sounds all around us; insects, wind, and the distant clatter of others’ lives in houses built close but not too close because when we look out our windows we all like to pretend that everything we see is ours. But Ryan is not mine.” FeelsLooksHeartStillsI CanFallHouseSoundSilenceMinesWindMy HeartBuiltWindowOkayChestsSlipsFadesInsectsMy SmileHeart Pounding Book:The Unwritten Rule Source: The Unwritten Rule
