♡ PATHOLOGIC SENTENCE STARTERS.
❛ so , it’s all about trickery to you ? ❜
❛ who is going to believe you when you keep lying to yourself ? ❜
❛ the truth is my shepherd. ❜
❛ your gentle hands are using to killing , not giving life. ❜
❛ clemency is born not out of virtue , but rather of fear. ❜
❛ i’m afraid i’m of little use now. ❜
❛ my chest seems to be filled with cotton wool. ❜
❛ i keep forgetting the most basic things these days. ❜
❛ let’s break this down into simpler terms. ❜
❛ whose problem have we become ? ❜
❛ a woman’s nerves can only take so much. ❜
❛ it’ll be difficult for you to get used to our traditions. ❜
❛ if only i could get a good sleep. ❜
❛ this calls for a surgeon’s precision. step aside. ❜
❛ don’t worry. this won’t hurt so much. ❜
❛ you can put a horse on the stand , but you can’t make it testify. ❜
❛ you have fulfilled your purpose. ❜
❛ the world has no more use for you. ❜
❛ there is an eternal order that fate itself has predetermined. it is due to this order that things happen the way they should , following a preordained path. ❜
❛ words without deeds fill a garden with naught but weeds. ❜
❛ perhaps turning inside out will help ? ❜
❛ checkmate. ❜
❛ why didn’t i think of it before ? ❜
❛ time is slipping through our fingers. ❜
❛ i’m sorry , but i really do need to keep working. ❜
❛ i never even told her how i felt. ❜
❛ i need sleep. ❜
❛ every object has a heartbeat , can you hear them ? ❜
❛ sometimes i feel like i could fly. ❜
❛ you’ll think of something , won’t you ? ❜
❛ the angel of death paces at my door. ❜
❛ i should get a dog. ❜
❛ it wasn’t me. ❜
❛ don’t look at me like that. ❜
❛ sometimes i imagine that everything is imagination. ❜
❛ can i hold your hand ? ❜
❛ i seem to hardly cast a shadow anymore. ❜
❛ the dead know no greed. ❜
❛ come to think of it , keep your hands off anything here. ❜
❛ if only i could live a year longer , a whole , endless year. ❜
❛ you have dark circles under your eyes. ❜
❛ do something. anything. ❜
❛ i think i’m fading. my clothes are worn out , threadbare. ❜
❛ war consumes a man like no other occupation. ❜
❛ these reins chafe my hands bloody. ❜
❛ i can’t stand it much longer. ❜
❛ we were ordered to stay home , and stay quiet. ❜
❛ shall i sing a song for you ? ❜
❛ i won’t touch you , so don’t touch me. ❜
❛ you know i’m not angry with you ? ❜
❛ my heart aches like it’s been pierced with a blunt needle. ❜
❛ let us each find our own paths. ❜
❛ shall it rain ? shall it snow ? don’t ask again , i don’t know. ❜
❛ i’m not crying , my eyes are just watering. ❜
❛ it’s so lonely here. ❜
❛ my arms are flaccid , as if made of cotton wool. ❜
❛ i feel smothered in here , i need air. ❜
❛ do you even know yourself ? ❜
❛ there isn’t much time left , and so much left to do. ❜
❛ nothing can harm me anymore. ❜
❛ look into your soul to steady your hands. ❜
❛ silence is golden. ❜
❛ i feel the mothballs rattling inside my heart. ❜
❛ need you lean on my roots for strength ? ❜
❛ people never cease to amaze me. ❜












