Sympathy Quotes - Page 5

My heart is small, like a love of buttons or black pepper.

My ability to make up lies on the spot chills me as much as it saves me.

Or maybe it was already too late; you only get one first love. She was mine, but I had not been hers. She was only going to look for some echo of it, and if I had made the right noises, that echo might have been me for a while.