heartbreak

Of everythingI have ever endured,YOUareMy Favourite Tragedy.

If you__e always looking back at what you__e lost, you__l never discover the treasure that lies just up ahead.

It's an obvious challenge, but the risk feels too big, the leap too grand, the future too unknown

I used to think maybe I wanted to become a falconer, and now I'm sure of it, because I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.

You can't afford to let the heartbreaks in life ruin your future.

No reflection was to be allowed now, not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. Not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. The first was a page so heavenly sweet, so deadly sad, that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. The last was an awful blank, something like then world when the deluge was gone by.

I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling that makes you forget about gravity for an hour.

To paraphrase Forrest Gump, "Ugly is, as Ugly does!

Everything since the beginning of time was working together to make my happiness possible: and then you. You walked into the audiovisual lab in your flannel shirt...and you fucked it up! You fucked everything up! Do you understand that? Because of you, the entire universe is ruined...forever!"--Kari, The Pavilion

I have lost and loved and won and cried myself to the person I am today.

And so I've written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I'll forget and it'll all be a madwoman's dream.

If you live life so cautiously as to never fail, you end up failing at life itself.

The Atonement has not only helped me be cleansed, and be healed, but it has also helped me live.

Hot heart-blood leaked from my face. From my eyes and my nose and my mouth. Not tears, because those would never stop. This was just liquid heartbreak seeping from my pores.

That I__e horrified many flight attendants across the globe with my oft-thought morbid ritual of listening to Tuesday__ Gone as we fly through the sky is not my concern. My declaration evident, my truth now burns: there is no preordained destiny to battle, I thumb my nose at fate. I am a warrior. The rules don__ apply.

No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.

Divine love""Don't Leave me, ONLYTo carry my body on my two feet I need you

Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.