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...

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

If someone leaves you, don’t be depressed. They just did not deserve you. And always remember, “Whatever happens, happens for the best”.

Never love that which you cannot keep.

Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty of the universe shatter you over and over again. find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully...

What do you say when you feel your life is taken right from your chest, even though I miraculously find myself still breathing?

An ache filled my chest, so sharp that I gasped out loud. Was this what a broken heart felt like? Was it possible to die from the pain? I’d always thought the girls at school...

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

You can’t truly heal from a loss until you allow yourself to really FEEL the loss.

Then his heart, now broken into a thousand pieces, slowly began to turn to ice.

Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.

You can’t turn love on and off like a light switch, no matter how hard you try. All you can do is wall it off, one brick at a time, until you’ve created an impenetrable...

When the guy kissed her, Cassidy felt a stab of pain that was close to physical, and therefore within the penumbra of hurts he told himself he could bear.

Isabella, you miss the essence of a boy. That’s all.

I wish i were a little girl again, because skinned knees are easier to fix than broken heart.

And me, standing under the splintered night, catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black, hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night.Its voice cracks,on your name.My eyes close,on...

The brain is an incredible multitasker. At the same time that it’s piercing itself with superheated needles of anguish, it’s ruthlessly making plans, contingencies, plotting out a future, giving zero fucks whether it’ll ever see...

Why did no one tell him that loving someone who does not love him back is like him jumping stupidly off a cliff, knowing that there is no one waiting below to catch him?”If you...

Well, that’s the most accurate thing you’ve said so far.”I grabbed the basket and jerked open the car door. Without another word, I stormed off, refusing to look back in case he saw the tears...

Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.

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

…because there will never be any boy’s wrist to tie the balloon of your helium heart to (it has floated high far away from the heavy stone of that unnameable boy in chicago), you would...

First he threw out all of his records, trashed his heart and then he went to sleep.

I need you like the day needs the night” -Quinn O’Shea

A broken heart is something even I can’t protect you from. I’ve been alone for so long, and believe me, all that does is provide a false sense of security. Being alone doesn’t erase the...

My heart is too thoroughly dried to be broken in a hurry, and I mean to live as long as I can.

What they had wasn’t ordinary, or subject to the ordinary rules of relationships and breakups. They belonged to each other totally, and always would, and that was that. But maybe everyone felt that way? Until...

Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.

EbbI know what my heart is likeSince your love died:It is like a hollow ledgeHolding a little poolLeft there by the tide,A little tepid pool,Drying inward from the edge.

Men who make all the decisions in a relationship are also the ones who will blame you when they don’t work out as they expected.

Anger’s like a battery that leaks acid right out of meAnd it starts from the heart ’til it reaches my outer me

If you spend enough time with someone who doubts you, you can’t help but believe them.

Love smoothens the pains of heartbreak and breaks the smoothened hearts as well

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

Mistakes are like bad loves; the more you learn from them the more you wish they’d never happened.

There is a blessing in losing the one we love. It’s the blessing of self-transformation. You don’t have to who you were anymore. You’ve struggled. And now you can change. It doesn’t mean that bits...

What you’re feeling right now doesn’t work. You can’t wander around and think the wandering will call them back. Believe me. I know you don’t want to hear the long view, but let me tell...

Don’t allow someone not worth it to have the power to occupy your thoughts. If they don’t find you worth the effort or the time, why should you waste yours?

The audacity is in the living, not in the choosing. You are fearless enough to keep breathing; in the face of loss and pain and humility and gratitude and gifts and brilliance and confusion. This...

If I could show you what’s in my heart; I am very certain that you wouldn’t mind. Letting go and holding on is what I am trying to do, I pray you are not feeling...

I’d allowed myself to feel love –yes, love– for another person in a way I’d once sworn to myself I never would. I’d become completely vulnerable, and now I’d been torn apart with hurt and...

I miss you every minute of every day. If I could miss you more than that, I would.

You can obsess and obsess over how things ended—what you did wrong or could have done differently—but there’s not much of a point. It’s not like it’ll change anything. So really, why worry?

Stuart needs “space” and “time,” as if this were physics and not a human relationship.

I never wanted but your heart–that gone, you have nothing more to give.

The “Fatal Female Flaw.” It’s when ordinarily sensible women fall madly in love with an unattainable man who can’t or won’t love them back. I also call it the Triple Fucked Factor.Rosslyn

I write small poems— the kind that fit on a postcard… and still can break your heart

But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.

It’s a shame you left without a word, you know. She was just beginning to trust you before that. Before you got angry. Before you ran off. Just like every other man in her life....

It is a dull sensation, your heart breaking, like the sound of a pebble dropping on the sand. Not a shattering, not a tearing apart, there is nothing shrill or grandiose about the sensation. It...