I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
You cannot be with someone just because you don’t want to hurt him. You have your own happiness to think about.
I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.
Love has turned to be a sad tragedy of my life even we both are alive
He left me millions of time, but I am holding him with every breath with same madness
If you’re always looking back at what you’ve lost, you’ll never discover the treasure that lies just up ahead.
When your heart is broken, it’s easier to follow rules
The heart was made to be broken.
To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her.
The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it...
He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry.
Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing...
Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal
I know my heart will never be the same
But I'm telling myself I'll be okay
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
you're an expert at sorry and keeping the lines blurry
So I placed my heart under lock and key
To take some time, and take care of me
But I turn around and you're standing here
The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.
Two words. Three vowels. Four constenants. Seven letters. It can either cut you open to the core and leave you in ungodly pain or it can free your soul and lift a tremendous weight off you shoulders. The phrase is: It's over.
When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void, material possessions, a string of relationships, affairs, food...I bear my soul, with words, for all to see.
Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!
It shattered something inside me that hadn't been broken before.
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
...I told him a story of two people. Two people who shouldn't have met, and who didn't like each other much when they did, but who found they were the only two people in the world who could possibly have understood each other.
She had not made a decision to give up sex, only the clamor of romance, because it was exhausting her, doing her no good and too much harm...
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
That’s life for you. All the happiness you gather to yourself, it will sweep away like it’s nothing. If you ask me I don’t think there are any such things as curses. I think there is only life. That’s enough.
Fall in love.. that is fine, but just make sure you fall deep enough to stay there forever.
They'll say you are bad
or perhaps you are mad
or at least you
should stay undercover.
Your mind must be bare
if you would dare
to think you can love
more than one lover.
If you only knew how to respect my heart, I wouldn't have found a reason to let you go.
It was as if we'd known each other for a thousand years.
He was the one I compared all others to.
His fingerprints covered my skin.
Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.
And me, standing under the splintered night,
catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black,
hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.
Its voice cracks,
on your name.
My eyes close,
on your name.
The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below.
I look up at the sky and see everything I’ve ever lost,
waiting for me.
The passage is free for those who think you are not good enough for them: at your level, I think the best option is to sit back, relax and listen to a cool music, while watching them pack out of your life, and that's when you feel the intense release from the pit of hell.
I gasped and pointed the way. I gave you an adventure, Ed, right in front of you but you never saw it until I showed you, and that's why we broke up.
I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore.
If you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.
And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.
Maybe I'd see how you could be so certain that we had no chance...at all.
I found him between a reality and a nightmare.
There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.
When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.
I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.
The closer he was the less confident I was.
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.
What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.
Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.
I have loved you without a reason beyond the limits of common sense and I have named you as my precious, my dream and my hope. And I have loved you in every poem that I have wrote and I have longed for you to read all the words that have pondered in my heart for I am nothing without you nothing but a perished soul.
My Love tears me between the addiction of patience and urge of infinite desire
Love is your addiction to an eternal longing for someone...A thirst which one cannot relinquish
I loved him beyond madness being one soul one vein one body , which he never deserved
I would prefer to live with bleeding heart where desire see darkness of uncertainty because I need to know the existence of love
For love I have invested my life with no return
I was in love when I felt your soul speaks in my Body
For me love is when I don't limit you, I put you on the rainbows......
beyond eternity of time and destiny
He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart
Love is breathing each other with all madness
For your love I have uprooted all my desires, I am no more demanding...
Love is An invited deal for losing peace
Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings
Love is when Looking at a glance at you
I found laughter in my eyes, Thoughts turns into jewels Where luster of your aura dwells
Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.
Moments without you made me realize How Idle I am in my life
It's quite commonplace for a young man to fall in love and equally commonplace for him to be rejected, but come what may, I'll always be fond of you.
It's an obvious challenge, but the risk feels too big, the leap too grand, the future too unknown
Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.
There's always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it's with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it's one you only narrate to yourself years after the event: a tiny thing, a wrong word, a false note, which means that things can never be quite the same again.
She hardly ever thought of him. He had worn a place for himself in some corner of her heart, as a sea shell, always boring against the rock, might do. The making of the place had been her pain. But now the shell was safely in the rock. It was lodged, and ground no longer.
You can obsess and obsess over how things ended - what you did wrong or could have done differently - but there's not much of a point. It's not like it'll change anything. So really, why worry?
You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off, one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable fortress around your emotions. And once that fortress is built, you camouflage it so well that even you can’t see it anymore.
If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn't over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished;
Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
When you leave,
weary of me,
without a word I shall gently let you go.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
There are all kinds of ways for a relationship to be tested, even broken, some, irrevocably; it’s the endings we’re unprepared for.
In that house, you will find my heart. You must break in, Henri, and get it back for me.'
Was she mad? We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her, but she took my hand and put it against her chest.
Feel for yourself.
Isn’t that the greatest tragedy? When someone rejects us, no matter how they abuse our love, we hope against reason that somehow they will come back to us.
Ebb
I know what my heart is like
Since your love died:
It is like a hollow ledge
Holding a little pool
Left there by the tide,
A little tepid pool,
Drying inward from the edge.
I'm not supposed to miss you, I'm not supposed to care
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
I was in the biggest breakdown of my life when I stopped crying long enough to let the words of my epiphany really sink in. That whore, karma, had finally made her way around, and had just bitch-slapped me right across the face. The realization only made me cry harder.
you
not wanting me
was
the beginning of me
wanting myself
thank you
Everyones greatest fantasy is to walk away from the life (they think)you lead
He looked at me intently, from what seemed behind the veil of a grave experience. Then slowly and prophetically, he said the scariest thing I'd ever heard: "Because the answer to a heartfelt question, Jack, will always break your heart.
The nostalgia of a moment's love can be an illusionary precipice from which we fall from truth; in heartbreak, what we escape to in the past is what tortures us in the present.
The theory of attachment is same for humans and computers.
Unknown sender's attachment is blocked..
Known sender's attachment is accepted or ignored..
Heavy attachments are annoying..
Too heavy attachments do not reach..
No attachment is the best option!
It is strange how often a heart must be broken
Before the years can make it wise.
Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to
wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.
Sometimes you break your heart in the right way, if you know what I mean.
Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn't look like what you wanted anymore.