Divine love""Don't Leave me, ONLYTo carry my body on my two feet I need you
He's the kind of guy who might not have an expiration date. Who I could fall for so completely that I might as well put my heart in a blender right now because it would hurt less. Who I could want wit...
(n.) Crushing sorrow or grief; a yielding to such grief.
Do not write. I am sad, and want my light put out.Summers in your absence are as dark as a room.I have closed my arms again. They must do without.To knock at my heart is like knocking at a tomb. Do no...
Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?
Alcohol ruined me financially and morally, broke my heart and the hearts of too many others. Even though it did this to me and it almost killed me and I haven't touched a drop of it in seventeen years...
You know it's love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you're not part of their happiness.
Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.
Whenever, I think It's Over But I find Its begin.....
From ashes I cameTo ashes, I'll return.But tonight I'm contentTo sit here and burn.
When God gets us alone through suffering, heartbreak, temptation, disappointment, sickness, or by thwarted friendship - when He gets us absolutely alone, and we are totally speechless, unable to ask e...
When you're missing a peice of yourself, aching, gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul, the feeling will never go away. Most people find a...
Love is floating somewhere in the beautiful horizon with an equal wave length with same frequency of intense feelings
There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.
I never wanted but your heart--that gone, you have nothing more to give.
Let no one who loves be called unhappy. Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
Love lasts about seven years. That's how long it takes for the cells of the body to totally replace themselves.
A heart never breaks in the same pattern of pieces
Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
Was it hard?" I ask.Letting go?"Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real.
If love is like driving a car, then I must be the worst driver in the world. I missed all the signs and ended up lost.
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