There are no sudden distinctions between finding love or running into walls face first, as both will leave you with bruised elbows and scraped knees and empty hearts, while trying to find a way back through to where it had once been safe.
Keep your finger on my pulse because mountains are being moved by it; and keep your heart on my sleeve because it helps me to appreciate something that seemed so intangible before; and keep your hopes in a paper cup because it makes them easier to dispose of when you realize hope has gone out of style.
• Werdum over Vera by unanimous decision • Davis over Swick by knockout, round 3 • Marquardt over Leites by unanimous decision • Bisping over Day by knockout, round 2 • Alves over Hughes by referee stoppage, round 3
it's that feeling you get when you're walking home alone late at night from the bar, or from nowhere in particular, and as you pass beneath a streetlamp, it flickers out.
A bird, overhead, folds his wings tightly beneath him, then stretches them to full capacity as if to embrace as much of the sky as he possibly can with his thin feathers, sharp beak and beady eyes.
I have taken a bite from all of the poisoned apples, remained, and have converted into poison myself.