broken-heart

Love is about heartbreak, If you think it__ fulfillment, happiness, satisfaction, union, it's even more heartbreak.

One's suffering, one's melancholy is, in itself, really only looked upon as failure or as punishment, as detestable or sinful or socially unacceptable in the eyes of man; but this is not so in the eyes of God: for He is close to the broken-hearted.

What if you are just destined to get hurt, to be helplessly stuck in a point of time you no longer want to be? Maybe life is all about trying to get up while you fall a little bit deeper in the pits of hell, each time you try not to...

You fell asleep and a monster crawled from out of my head and found its way under my bed

Not all scars show, not all wounds heal. Often we don't see, the pain someone feels.A broken heart is like having broken ribs.No one can see but hurts everytime you breathe.

Sometimes a broken heart can mend something else's brokenness

There always seemed to be a better way, except when it came to people. Once broken, people couldn't be repaired.

A tormented mind wants to forget, what a broken heart will always remember.

In times of trouble, people need artists. We create those spaces where their own pain and worry and sadness can rest, and where their broken hearts can hope again.

Sometimes, the only soul that can mend a broken heart is the one that broke it. For they are the ones holding all the pieces.

Some days punch us in the gut so hard it seems we can feel the whole universe gasp with despair.

I wasn__ crying, but my heart was crying. I wasn__ feeling, but my heart was bleeding. Now I am crying, but my heart is healing. I am learning that I know nothing.

I__e learned to turn life__ setbacks into opportunities for creation.

To be rejected by someone doesn't mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn't mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person's opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world, of God.

My life had become a puzzle - its pieces scattered about like paper in the wind, with no one there to chase them but me.

Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.

When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other.

You're my missing puzzle piece," she whispers as we continue dancing."Your puzzle piece?" I question. "I'm not broken...but before you; I was never whole, either," she clarifies. "You're the missing piece that made me whole. And now, you're the piece that keeps me from breaking.