Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Only time can heal your broken heart. Just as only time can heal his broken arms and legs.
The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.
People who say "It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all" never felt a broken heart.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
The heart was made to be broken.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
Once you had put the pieces back together, even though you may look intact, you were never quite the same as you'd been before the fall.
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.
The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it.
I love to shop after a bad relationship. I don't know. I buy a new outfit and it makes me feel better. It just does. Sometimes I see a really great outfit, I'll break up with someone on purpose.
It is not the broken heart that kills, but broken pride, monseigneur.
There are a million ways to lose someone you love.
I'm not supposed to miss you, I'm not supposed to care
Reject your sense of injury, and the injury itself disappears.
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
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