broken-heart

I love the way you refuse my love.

You broke her heart in person__ou fix it in person!

There is no better place to heal a broken heart than on the back of a horse.

Qhuinn's eyes shifted away from his buddy--and just happened to measure the distance down to the stone patio below. Hmm . . . doing a swan dive onto all that slate might just get the images of those two out of his head... of course, it would also turn his brain into scrambled eggs, but really, was that such a bad thing?

I screwed her over. I didn't want to see her screwed over by someone else.

Sometimes you have to give the hurt a noise and let it out. If you don__, it fills you up with its emptiness.

You can die of a broken heart -- it's scientific fact -- and my heart has been breaking since that very first day we met. I can feel it now, aching deep behind my rib cage the way it does every time we're together, beating a desperate rhythm: Love me. Love me. Love me.

Throughout my lifetime I've left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there's almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.

The only thing a boyfriend was good for was a shattered heart.

The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.

You don't deserve it if you don't fight for it or maybe you never deserved it to start with

Nobody think about that broken heart... life goes on, broken heart never join together but it tries very hard to get joined again. That;swhy may be it said "Heart is like a mirror, if its broken can never be joined.

Broken hearts made faults and fools of us all.

... and it broke my heart in so many pieces I wondered if it would ever be whole again.

I understand that if you have never suffered a broken heart, then you have never really known what it is to truly be alive. And I understand that at that precise moment, when your heart breaks open, that all you want to do is lay down and die! Because you know that is the only way the pain is ever going to stop.

End of the SummerIt was end of the summerAnd my heart was brokenbut i was smiling, laughing, making jokesLike there was nothing bleeding insideAs always.

Bleeding for a decadeFor a decade,We bleed like there is no hell but the earthWe bleed like we were born to dare We bleed like there is nothing alive inside.We find a clueAfter a decadeBleeding is just to breathSimply keeps us alive.

Pain and misery are two different words, which both hurt.