If we must part for ever, Give me but one kind word to think upon, And please myself withal, whilst my heart's breaking!
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Someday you're gonna look back on this moment of your life as such a sweet time of grieving. You'll see that you were in mourning and your heart was broken, but your life was changing.
The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Ignore reality, there's nothing you can do about it.
I see light at the end of the tunnel.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.
I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Perhaps this is what the stories meant when they called somebody heartsick. Your heart and your stomach and your whole insides felt empty and hollow and aching.
People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.
I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine?
There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.
I am thinking of you in my sleepless solitude tonight.
Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.
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