I am but a stranger … as we all are. Lonely inside our separate skins, we cannot know each others pain and must bear our own in solitude. For my part, I have found that...

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

She was this girl I once knew. Took my breath away, she was so pretty. Took my heart, if you want to know the truth. I was kind of angry about it at the time.

I am not a broken heart. I am not collarbones or drunken letters never sent. I am not the way I leave or left or didn’t know how to handle anything,at any time,and I am...

I first got very thin after Ashley. I felt like my stomach was doing backflips – like my emotions had taken over and made me full.

He missed her, a longing that tore deep into him. He resented her He wondered endlessly what might have happened. He changed, curled more inwardly into himself. He was, by turns, inflamed by anger, twisted...

Sometimes the only way the good Lord can get into some hearts is to break them.

Realize that the tests you endure will mold your character, persona, and will. The more heartbreak and pain you will feel with your trials in life, the greater your joy and glory will be once...

The Atonement has not only helped me be cleansed, and be healed, but it has also helped me live.

Words can only express what the heart cannot directly say.

Oh, I wouldn’t mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake & help us see we are worth so much more than we’re settling for.

I was tired of well-meaning folks, telling me it was time I got over being heartbroke. When somebody tells you that, a little bell ought to ding in your mind. Some people don’t know grief...

A jagged stone existed where her heart had been.

My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot...

Mac likes to say, We’re Mackenzies. We break what we touch. But this little Mackenzie… he broke me.

Well, nowIf little by little you stop loving meI shall stop loving youLittle by littleIf suddenly you forget meDo not look for meFor I shall already have forgotten youIf you think it long and mad...

I think a lover, when broken, is given a gift not a scar, not a poem, not a rhyme (unless it fits.) I think as humans, we see a set of hues but when wounded,...

Nobody should have to choose between a cold heart and a dead heart.

Your heart doesn’t think. Your heart is stupid. It doesn’t consider the relativity of tragedy when it breaks.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.

It’s better to have loved and lost than never love at all – I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall.

Revealing of origin , evidence the existence of hidden pearls in mind which is addicted to imagine and thought as well.

A broken hand works, but not a broken heart.

And the next time I reach for my pen,it won’t be to write about you again.The sun will feel warm on my skin once more,and I will get drunk on the colors of the skyinstead...

This little girl will guard her tower with the most vicious dragon of all: indifference.

It is necessary to fall in love – the better to provide an alibi for all the despair we are going to feel anyway.

One day, I learned that a single look can change everything. And since then I have seen it countless times. I have grappled to understand it and failed. For instance, all it took was a...

but i’ve slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he’ll have to use a harder crowbar!

Do you like me?”No answer.Silence bounced, fell off his tongueand sat between usand clogged my throat.It slaughtered my trust.It tore cigarettes out of my mouth.We exchanged blind words,and I did not cry,I did not beg,but...

He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.

Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow.

…and her dreams that didn’t happen, that couldn’t have happened because she’d pinned them on somebody too broken and unattainable to love her back.

All her tormentings of me turned suddenly into sweetnesses, and who could torment like this exquisite fury, wondering in sudden flame why she could give herself to anyone, while I wondered only why she could...

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry – the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

It was as if we’d known each other for a thousand years.

I wonder if I could take back every ‘I love you’ ever said to you, would I do it?

People don’t know. We don’t know ourselves so we tell ourselves what we really know is other people. We could say the depth of pain we feel for the lovers who’ve left us is because...

Now I just want it to end. I’ve always wanted the happy ending, but now I’ll just settle for the ending.

Then he pulled out a handgun and shot me in the chest. I was standing on the lawn and I fell. The bullet hole opened wide and my heart rolled out of my rib cage...

The best way to get OVER one is to get UNDER one

If you’d only let me come by myself, none of this would have happened. Having you around makes everything worse.’She buried her head under her pillow. ‘Stop it! you’re so cold! You’re heartless, you little...

To people who think I’m happy, just look again; the scars of my past will lead you to a place no one knows, a place no other person can imagine, a place that echoes with...

I push him from my mind. This is no act of easy omission on my part; I do not consign him casually to a forgotten past. It is rather an act of will–a kind of...

Was it hard?” I ask.Letting go?”Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn’t real.

Guy’s don’t usually cry, but when they do, nobody can realize that what they have been going through.

And so I’ve written everything down, too afraid of my demons and what they may say, the doubt that eats at me from the inside. Too afraid that I’ll forget and it’ll all be a...

I still wake longing for your touchSkin open wound rawbecause I was told that’s the only way to heal.I couldn’t tame youyou weren’t meant for domesticationmeant to roam freebut I still rememberthe first time you...

Breathe, Believe and Bounce Back