I'm pretty lost in becoming all this frost. Bitter, like Winter. Strung-out like a string of pearls.

Blames create no change; winners don't apportion blames; only losers have the potentials to do that!

It was strange how you didn’t realise how much you loved a place until you had lost it completely.

You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.

Who who whose smell in the air of her room, whose fingerprints all over her friends’ secret places.

Stop in somebody's shadow to rest and cool down, and you are lost. No one can make anyone else happy.

You didn't judge my past. That's when I knew I couldn't turn away from you even if I tried...

Wandering and confused, lost to myself, ill-assorted, contradictory, Pausing, gazing, bending, and stopping

When we get too caught up in the busyness of the world, we lose connection with one another - and ourselves.

He gets up only to have a cigarette for breakfast and then crawls back in bed, head high off the carcinogens.

Everything suddenly seems displaced, subtle gradations erase borders, but it’s more forceful than that.

Losing myself is so second nature to me by now that I'm always surprised when it's noticed by others.

Never give a person a piece of your mind when all you really wanted to do was give them a piece of your heart.

Even places you know well can take on a touch of the unknown when you arrive there from a different direction.

Waste your money and you're only out of money, but waste your time and you've lost a part of your life.