When you leave,weary of me,without a word I shall gently let you go.
Only I had dry eyes, a dry heart.
(n.) Sorrow; anguish of mind; mental pang.
A love where no one gets hurt doesn't exist.
Trust undone will lead to heartache and pain. So I ask you to be honest and truthful in your love for me.
Space and time wouldn't let you be mine
I love you till kingdom come, evergreen.
Heartache wasn't my intention... love was.
The cracks in your heart are there so the light can shine through.
Tears are words the mouth can't say nor can the heart bear.
But I will not repine. It cannot last long. He will be forgot, and we shall all be as we were before.
Perhaps not everything happens for a reason. That is, until you make it so; because for everything there is a season, which can, in fact, become beautiful.
Once I was in the cold dim room, without furniture or carpet or rugs, only a dollhouse that wasn't as wonderful as the original, I opened the tall and narrow closet door and began my ascent up the ste...
What's heartbreaking isn't that we can't be together. It's that now, I know better and now; I will never be able to love you or anyone else in the same way again.
Sometimes my heart hurts so much, I beat it with my fists. I try to run. But you cannot run from this. It waits for you. Even when you think you have escaped it, it is there.
The sun, the hero of every day, the impersonal old man that beams as brightly on death as on birth, came up every morning and raced across the blue dome and dipped into the sea of fire every evening.
You can steal someone's Art,But not their Heart.You can immitate them,But you can never be like them.You can hurt them,But you cannot kill their will to love again.You can leave,But your space will al...
How? How will it help to tell you that I see his face every time I close my eyes? That I wake up and cry when he's not there? That the memories are so strong I can't separate hers from mine anymore?
As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks as she remembers the world she once had.
When I no longer have your heartI will not request your bodyyour presenceor even your polite conversation.I will go away to a far countryseparated from you by the sea— on which I cannot walk —and refr...
Sometimes I think of you and I feel giddy. Memory makes me lightheaded, drunk on champagne. All the things we did. And if anyone has said this was the price I would have agreed to pay it. That surpris...