The heart was made to be broken.
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.
Nothing hurts more than realizing they meant everything to you, but you meant nothing to them.
She was a girl who knew how to be happy even when she was sad. And that’s important—you know
Sometimes you need to run away just to see who will come after you.
Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.
Tears come from the heart and not from the brain
I hate the moment when suddenly my anger turns into tears
Tears are words the heart can't express
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
They have no idea what a bottomless pit of misery I am.
Life and death are balanced as it were on the edge of a razor
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery.
When sorrows come, they come not single spies, but in battalions.
Every human walks around with a certain kind of sadness. They may not wear it on their sleeves, but it's there if you look deep.
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
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.
People cry, not because they're weak. It's because they've been strong for too long.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
The greater your capacity to love, the greater your capacity to feel the pain.
The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.
Let my soul smile through my heart and my heart smile through my eyes, that I may scatter rich smiles in sad hearts.
Thou wast not born for death, immortal Bird! No hungry generations tread thee down; The voice I hear this passing night was heard In ancient days by emperor and clown: Perhaps the self-same song that found a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, sick for home, She stood in tears amid the alien corn; The same that ofttimes hath Charm'd magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in faery lands forlorn.
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