broken-heart

It is useless to cry over a thing which is not belong to you....

Every time you rip the bandages off, you just open the wound up again. Every time he sees you, it's like tearing off the bandages.

Ummmm hi" and my broken heart twitches in an attempt to start beating again

This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.

Never underestimate the grace of bouncing back from a fallen heart.

In life we don't always get what we want; hopes and dreams get washed away so easily, hearts are broken, chances are missed, and we always seem to end up right back where we started.

Some people do just enough to keep you around because they are AFRAID to know what life would be like without you

A broken heart bleeds tears.

I felt I was drawing close to that age, that place in life, where you realize one day what you'd told yourself was a Zen detachment turns out to be naked fear. You'd had one serious love relationship in your life and it had ended in tragedy, and the tragedy had broken something inside you. But instead of trying to repair the broken place, or at least really stop and look at it, you skated and joked. You had friends, you were a decent citizen. You hurt no one. And your life was somehow just about half of what it could be.

Development is better than Girl-friend

Loving for the second time isn__ sweet; it__ bitter, and hurt more than the first.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back_ Not so much to remember them as to feel them_

There are many types of pain. The only one that aspirin won't help is a hurting heart. That's why there is alcohol.

You loved him enough to let him leave_ Now you need to love yourself enough to let him go.

I__e lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I__ hyperventilating. __ don__ need you to show me how to breathe,_ I say. __ou don__?_ He looks skeptical. __ think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.

Titus, have you ever had your heart broken?___h, son. How could you ask a man who used to play the blues a question like that?___ow long does it take to go away?___ broken heart?___eah.___here__ no precise formula, Sammy.___ust give me an estimate.___ good rule of thumb is at least half the time that you were in love. Or twice the time. It all just depends.

Farewell, ungrateful traitor, Farewell, my perjured swain;Let never injured creature Believe a man again.The pleasure of possessingSurpasses all expressing,But 'tis too short a blessing, And love too long a pain.'Tis easy to deceive us In pity of your pain;But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain.Before we have descried itThere is no bliss beside it,But she that once has tried it Will never love again.The passion we pretended Was only to obtain,But when the charm is ended The charmer you disdain.Your love by ours we measureTill we have lost our treasure,But dying is a pleasure When living is a pain.

She wears it so beautifully doesn__ she, her pain_ Always smiling, always positive_. always happy to help_ It__ like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it_ with a touch of grace_ and the quietness of that sad smile_. All so you__ never know how heavy it really was.