The heart was made to be broken.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Don't cry when the sun is gone, because the tears won't let you see the stars.
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.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.
Let no one who loves be unhappy, even love unreturned has its rainbow.
There is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power.
Love can be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.
Don't settle for a relationship that won't let you be yourself.
There are many persons ready to do what is right because in their hearts they know it is right. But they hesitate, waiting for the other fellow to make the make the first move - and he, in turn, waits for you.
The men who have had the most to give to their fellow men are those who have enriched their minds and hearts in solitude. It is a poor education that does not fit a man to be alone with himself.
You say that love is nonsense. I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Trouble is a part of life, and if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you enough chance to love you enough.
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