Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
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Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
Perhaps some day I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.
Sometimes good things fall apart so better things could fall together.
There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.
It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace.
I learned that, with grief, you have to take it one day at a time and learn how to find the happiness amid the heartbreak.
Don’t let us forget that the causes of human actions are usually immeasurably more complex and varied than our subsequent explanations of them.
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.
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
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.
A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?
The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
I thought when love for you died, I should die._x000D_ _x000D_ It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on.
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