Paul Negri

She stood there for a long minute, staring down at the faded letter, her heart trembling between hope and fear.

It occurred to him that the world was not as large as he once believed, nor as merciful.

The rain fell in silver needles, each drop carrying away a memory he wished to keep.

Love is a thing both fragile and fierce, like the wings of a butterfly caught in a storm.

Without courage, dreams are but distant stars, cold and unreachable.

He laughed the way only a man who has lost everything can laugh—softly, and without hope.

Sometimes, the silence says more than an entire speech could ever manage.

If you look long enough at the darkness, you begin to see shapes within it.

She wore her dignity like a cloak, thin but unyielding against the cold stares.

Money buys many things, but the heart is not for sale.

I never knew how loud loneliness could be until the clock ticked in an empty room.

The truth is a sharp blade—handle it with care or not at all.