We'll go back to the moon by not learning anything new.
Day is pushed out by day, and each new moon hastens to its death. [Lat., Truditur dies die, Novaeque pergunt interire lunae.]
The only thing that can hurt me is being apart from you.
I'd been broken beyond repair.
Try not to trip. We don’t have time for a concussion today.
You don't get a lot of suicidal vampires.
You are so bizarre, even for a human." "Thanks.
The absence of him is everywhere I look.
Once you cared about a person, it was impossible to be logical about them anymore.
After all, how many ways can one heart be mangled and still be expected to keep beating?