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.

My mother calls it the pretty hate.It comes on you like a fever when someone you love up and leaves you with nothing but silence. You turn the hate on yourself as you cannibalize your...

Expect nothing for no more heartbrakes.

She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all?

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

Perfect love, like perfect partner does not exist. We create our own perfect love. If you care to know, a a good partner is like a construction engineer. To build the kind of house he...

It’s what happens. You love, then you lose, then you die. Even if you survive, you die.

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...

There’s always a moment when you start to fall out of love, whether it’s with a person or an idea or a cause, even if it’s one you only narrate to yourself years after the...

Time seems so inconceivably vast, until it crushes, pressing you paper-thin between one broken-heartbeat passed, and the laughter yet to come.

You winked, took the change. I should have seen it, Ed, as a sign that you were unreliable. Instead, I saw it as a sign of charming, which is why I didn’t break it off...

Honesty is nothing more than a party trick, and you know how much I love to dance.

I’m clenching my fists so tight my fingernails leave red crescent moons on my skin. I feel a surge, a heat roar up inside me. As bad as I’m hurting now, he’ll hurt ten times...

…being Lulu, it made me realize that all my life I’ve been living in a small, square room, with no windows and no doors. And I was fine. I was happy, even. I thought. Then...

How come they get to be gray-haired and still in love with each other, while Lilly tears out what’s left of my heart and dumps it into her Jill-The-Ripper shredder?

Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn’t look like what you wanted anymore.

I don’t want to hear it. Go back to Sammy and get your platter of gonorrhea with a heaping side order of chlamydia. It’s free. Please leave.

I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.

Thought I couldn’t live without youIt’s gonna hurt when it heals tooEven though I really love youI’m gonna smile cause I deserve toQuickly I’m learning to love againAll I know is I’mma be ok

Taking the Right Decision in any situation only requires TWO major ingredients:Critical Thinking and Grace.Critical Thinking is like ‘Works’ and Grace is like ‘Faith’. So if “Faith without Works is dead,” then same, I believe,...

One night I heard my dad say to my mom: I can’t help but think of the good times we’re having now as being painful memories later on. And my mom saying, c’mon now honey.

I think it would shock most people if they really knew what we have each survived by the time we graduate high school.

She took a step and didn’t want to take any more, but she did.

As time goes by, westart to see more clearly,and are able to see thatit wasn’t all bad, and thatperhaps just perhapsthe breakup was a gift.

Eyes can shed tears to reduce its pain while blubbering but what about my hearts, it does not have such capability…it only wept into frustration and frustration

The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…

I would cry if I could, but instead I just feel my heart rip apart.

Love has turned to be a sad tragedy of my life even we both are alive

It can be stolen, but never bought.It can be given, but never taken.It can be stepped on, but cannot walk .It can fly, but has no wings.It can sing, but has no voice.It can be...

I am starting to acceptthat you never loved me.And it’s sadbecause I don’t think you seehow beautiful you are to me.Your face was the lightthat chased away the shadows,every nightmare, every fear.But you burned out...

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don’t know. My whole...

That loss is common would not makeMy own less bitter, rather more:Too common! Never morning woreTo evening, but some heart did break.

The light in that room was a glow; I seem to remember the color green, or perhaps flowers. A pale green sheet covered his inert body but not his head, which lay (eyes closed, mouth...

But I have made a study of Shadowhunters now, over the past century, and let me tell you that we are more human than most human beings. When our hearts break, they break into shards...

It is because I think so much of warm and sensitive hearts, that I would spare them from being wounded.

How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?

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!...

Saying his name stabbed my heart, like someone had ripped through my carefully stitched up world and exposed the infected, pulsing red tissue that I thought was healing.

WHEN we two parted In silence and tears, Half broken-hearted To sever for years, Pale grew thy cheek and cold, Colder thy kiss; Truly that hour foretold Sorrow to this. The dew of the morning...

Being out of sight does not mean being out of touch for the touch of the heart reaches far more than any other

The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.

I want him to reach out to me, but I know he can’t. He can’t for all the same reasons I can’t. It hurts too much. It’s like an alcoholic taking a sip of wine;...

What do you know of my heart? What do you know of anything but your own suffering. For weeks, Marianne, I’ve had this pressing on me without being at liberty to speak of it to...

But vilifying those we love always detaches us from them a little. We should not touch our idols: their gilding will remain on our hands.

My heart’s broken,’ he thought. ‘If I feel this way my heart must be broken.

With every strike of lightning Comes a memory that lasts Not a word is left unspoken As the thunder starts to crash Maybe I should give upStanding out in the rain Need to know if...