Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
The Temperature is RisingThe heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I've know it before, when the gates are opened I'll re...
(n.) Crushing sorrow or grief; a yielding to such grief.
Women fuck us up, break our hearts, drive us mad, and yet we love them; because if we didn't, nothing would make sense.
Love, the quest marriage, the conquest divorce, the inquest.
She had never looked as well. She had entered her room as just an impossibly lovely girl. The woman who emerged was a trifle thinner, a great deal wiser, an ocean sadder. This one understood the natur...
Whenever, I think It's Over But I find Its begin.....
A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces
Let the kindness and the raw, aching beauty of the universe shatter you over and over again. find peace in the knowledge that your whole is composed of the sum of all of your beautifully broken pieces...
Wasting time over wasted time is just more wasted time...
In my experience, there never seems to be a man or woman who will walk in and literally sweep you off your feet, or away, when you're in the biggest distaster of your life. If it happens, it'll be gua...
When love breaks your heart, you need to remember, even a broken heart still has a beat.
When the heart is down and the soul is heavy, the eyes can only speak the language of tears
i know it all ends the same, but i was interested in seeing how you would break my heart.
How accommodating love is; it forgives everything.
He could not fit in my imagination and I was not fit for his Real and the conflict between imagination and real sadly made us apart
If your sad about your work then remember there are people who clean actual shit for a living
I know my heart will never be the sameBut I'm telling myself I'll be okay
This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might n...
A mighty pain to love it is and 'tis a pain that pain to miss but of all pains the greatest pain it is to love but love in vain.
As she looks through the window; while seeing him give her his world, tears rolled down her cheeks in remembrance of the world she once had.