heartbreak

In fact, you"-he pointed his fork at me-"look like a fairy tale.

He wondered what his heart would look like if he could pluck it from his chest and inspect it.

Lingering, bottled-up anger never reveals the 'true colors' of an individual. It, on the contrary, becomes all mixed up, rotten, confused, forms a highly combustible, chemical compound then explodes as something foreign, something very different than one's natural self.

you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.

When the anesthesia of love wears off,you suffer the pain of consequence.

my dear, I have nothing to say.my heart burns like the evening sky.

We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect.

I looked inward at my heart. And indeed, there too, the criss-cross corsetry was slackened and gaping. I was all undone. Potentially, I could spill. Or tangle. And so I began to tug at my own heartstrings, pulling them up tight until there was just the right amount of tension at each criss and each cross. Then I bent down to my boots and laced them firmly too, first the left, then the right, finishing off on each side with a surgeon's shoelace knot.

When my heart is better, less shrunken, I will throw her out there to love again, without hesitation, even knowing what we know.

Speak to the breeze cautiously during those lonely summer nights.

The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below. I look up at the sky and see everything I__e ever lost,waiting for me.

Loveis not leaning on each other, adjusting to fit a different size.Loveis simply two hands reached out in the darkness,saying; I__l be your light, if you__l be mine.

I wish there was some method to transform all the agony in my imprudent heart to an energy source. It would have lit up the world till eternity!!!

When you betray your own heart, you suffer for life. Always be true to your heart!

With time, the hurt would begin to fade away, but not the memories.

To find out a heart she'd believed irrevocably broken had somewhere along the way been fixed.

She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.

The heart can never break if you believe love never dies.