Brains are like hearts - they go where they are appreciated.
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.
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.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Truth is everybody is going to hurt you: you just gotta find the ones worth suffering for.
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.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
For all sad words of tongue and pen, The saddest are these, 'It might have been'.
No matter how bad your heart is broken, the world doesn't stop for your grief.
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.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.
Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.
The heart was made to be broken.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned.
Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
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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