broken-heart

when will it stopthe painthat darknessthat that thatthat part of methat was or Y-O-U!why can't you fill itwhy did u leavewhy why why?love hurtsbut so does life

What I'm realizing is that a broken heart isn't a solitary event. There is the initial shatter, but then there are repeat breaks, creating more and more shards. A word that reminds you of what you used to have, a smell that reminds you of your dreams, a flashed memory in your mind's eye that reminds you of the betrayal. Each time it's a new injury. Each broken piece takes me further away from ever being whole again.

I hope I never love someone so much that they could hurt me the way Langston was hurt.

No perfection can last forever. Time tears at it; wears it down until it's nothing, just an empty shell.

Her heart was an invalid convinced that it would not survive many more sunsets.

But I broke your heart,_ she whispers. I shrug and kiss her again. __ou break it, you buy it.

...each heart is made of a different stone - no two feel alike nor break the same way ...

Can you imagine what it would be like to look into somebody's eyes and know that their destiny is so much greater than yours, that you will never compete? You will always be left behind.

I try so hard to move on but it seems that i always find my way back to you and i sure don't know why all you have done is just caused me pain.. sometimes i ask my self that if i had the chances to never meet you would i take ? i finally answered it and i wouldn't because yes, came out hurt but i also had some pretty good times.

People__specially men__on't always know what they want. You try, and if it doesn't work, then you may qui

Some are convicted for breaking the heart_some are the victims of broken heart _ Irony of unrequited love.

When I think about you with him, it guts me. I feel like you ripped open my chest and tore out my damn heart. Do you even realize that? I know I should want you to be happy, but I can__ wish it for anyone else other than me. I belong to you, and that__ never going to change.

Between love and a friendship, the crucial difference is that when the love breaks you will realise that the friendship is what kept the two of you together.

I think you're the kind of man a girl can count on. You just can't let go of losing your family. You can't let yourself love because you think your heart can't handle it . . . that something bad will happen. But you're wrong. It's true . . . grief is the price for love. But hearts are made to mend. Christ can do wonders with a broken heart, if given all the pieces.

I fix what's broken - except in the heart.

It wasn't fair to pull her into that vortex, because I couldn't be fixed. And Roxy was a fixer. She thought she could help me, I could see it in her eyes.

There__ only so much you can watch someone sacrifice before you realize they__e changing who they are for you, and not in a good way.

No" she jerked back, stared up at him.Her eyes were like thunderclouds. He'd never seen them like that. Shock and fear filled them. Her face was paper white. Her body shuddering."Don't you leave me!" She gripped his shirt and tried to shake him, tears falling from her eyes. "Don't you leave Noah."His head lowered. He touched her lips with his and knew this woman held the best part of him. The memories of the husband he had been, the man he had been. He couldn't destroy that. He refuse to.He pushed her to Jordan slowly, loath to let her go. To release her. Knowing that releasing her was the only way to save the memories she held."Don't you leave!" She screamed the order, eyes blazing, her lips trembling as tears fell and hysteria threatened to overwhelm her. "If you leave me, Noah Blake, if you don't come back when this is over, don't bother coming back at all. He touched her cheek. Ran his thumb over her lips. "You are the best part of me," he whispered. "Always remember that, Sabella. The best part of me."Before she could grab him, hold him to her, he pulled away, grabbed one of the rifles Mike had set on the table across the room. And left.