“It's good to be on the edge, but I have never followed my mind. I have always followed my heart. And it has yielded the right results.” MindHeartResultsMy HeartEdges Author:Deepika Padukone
“I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.” KnowsHeartLittlesLeftMy HeartDiedEdgesPoolTidesInwardHollowLedges Book:Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems Source: Edna St. Vincent Millay: Selected Poems
“Everyone I have lost in the closing of a door the click of the lock is not forgotten, they do not die but remain within the soft edges of the earth, the ash of house fires and cancer in sin and forgiveness huddled under old blankets dreaming their way into my hands, my heart closing tight like fists. - "Indian Boy Love Song #1” WayHeartDreamHandsEarthSongDiesHouseLostSinBoysFireDoorsMy HeartForgottenEdgesCancerIndianAshesLocksFistsClosingBlanketClicksHouse Fires Author:Sherman Alexie
“Every time the phone rang, my heart jumped. Was it Alexander? And when it wasn't him my heart would break into a million pieces. It had been two longs days since I had seen my Gothic mate. I was so preoccupied with Alexander, dreaming of the next time we'd be together, nothing else mattered. I didn't wash the spot where his tender love lips had pressed against my flesh. I was acting like I was straight out of a Gidget movie! What had happened to me? I was losing my edge! For the first time in my life I was really afraid. Afraid of never seeing him again and afraid of being rejected.” FirstsHeartTwoDreamTogetherNextActingBreakMillionsPiecesSeeingHappenedMy HeartLosingFirst TimeLipsPhonesEdgesFleshSpotsMatesRejectedNext TimeGothicTender Love Author:Ellen Schreiber
“Cold and silence. Nothing quieter than snow. The sky screams to deliver it, a hundred banshees flying on the edge of the blizzard. But once the snow covers the ground, it hushes as still as my heart.” HeartStillsNatureSilenceSkyColdMy HeartHundredEdgesFlyingSnowScreamBlizzardBanshees Book:Speak Source: Speak
“My heart is drumming in my chest so hard it aches, but it's the good kind of ache, like the feeling you get on the first real day of autumn, when the air is crisp and the leaves are all flaring at the edges and the wind smells just vaguely of smoke - like the end and the beginning of something all at once.” FirstsHeartKindRealEndsHardFeelingsAirWindMy HeartEdgesSmellSmokeAutumnChestsAcheCrispsDrumming Author:Lauren Oliver