Beautiful Mess Deep Self Quotes Novels & Stories

"Messy, huh? That's one way to put it. Try 'walking disaster with a sketchbook habit'." A small smile tugged at her lips, but her eyes stayed steady, holding mine with that quiet intensity that always unraveled me. "Disasters can be beautiful, you know. Think about it—volcanoes birth islands. Storms carve canyons. A little mess is just... potential."

The distant voice, now faint and blurred, still carried an undeniable weight, echoing with unshakable authority: "When you find yourself in despair next time." The words "when you find yourself in despair next time" still echoed in Dean's mind, leaving him confused about what the messenger's cryptic statement truly meant. Just then, his body suddenly jerked, as if an invisible force had grabbed hold of him. He looked down and saw the ground beneath his feet swirling like an unfathomable vortex, spinning wildly. In the darkness, it felt as though the very earth had abandoned him, and he was plummeting straight down. "What the hell?!" he cried out, struggling with all his might, but the pull o

I flinched slightly when she spoke to me, almost afraid to meet her gaze. “You cannot fix yourself. You are already perfect the way you are. We are all a chaotic mess inside but we can always learn from each other and get back together. Trust me; life won't always be this easy. And you know what? Maybe we are all a mess inside but we can always get past that and start fresh.

I know deep down that I am done for. ##########

Just something to cool this fire in my chest. Downstairs, the kitchen is still and dark. I flick on the light, open the fridge, pour myself a glass of cold water. I’m just about to take a sip when my phone buzzes. Cass. Of course. She sent a poem. A screenshot of a tweet she posted, knowing I’d probably see it late. I open it. “You are not a vessel. You are the sky. You are the universe, and not just the broken stars in your womb.” “You are not your pain. Not your prognosis. Not the people who have tried to rewrite you.”

And for a moment, the man who ruled the city felt breakable. They didn’t speak. They didn’t need to. The storm outside drowned everything but their breaths, tangled, uneven, real. When he pulled back, his forehead rested against hers, his voice a whisper. “This,” he said, “is my biggest mistake.” “Then why do it?” she asked. “Because I don’t believe in mercy,” he said. “Not even for myself.” - The next morning, she found a note on her desk. Don’t come in today. — K.

"Jane says this is the only place where you're allowed to worry. Whatever's on your mind, you should share it with the sunset, then leave it here." I gave an awkward smile, the heaviness in my chest easing a little. "I didn't know about that rule. My thoughts were just a bit jumbled up." He waved it off. "That's fine. But I am curious. Someone like you, who can turn pain into strength, still has worries?" I froze at his words, turning to meet his steady, reassuring eyes. For a moment, I couldn't speak. I wanted to tell him that I had endless worries. About being deceived by the people closest to me. About being treated like a fool. About a marriage built entirely on lies.

"What if you said no? I didn't wanna look like an idiot." His heart was thumping loud enough to hear. I slipped my hand into his. We looked at ourselves in the mirror, and I whispered, "Thank you." He glanced at me, surprised. Then flashed that easy smile. "You're welcome."

XOXO, Your humble servant Josh I can’t help but smile reading that sweet message from him. Coffee and toast to hold me over, huh, we’ll see about that. Oh my gosh this coffee is divine. Sitting myself up I maneuver the pillows to allow me to be more propped up, so I don’t spill coffee on my naked flesh.

He paused for a bit before adding, "I don't have any other intentions. It's just that you're pregnant. You can call me if you need anything." Standing in the morning light and looking at him, I suddenly realized that not everyone in this world was a bad person after all.