If something is to stay in the memory it must be burned in: only that which never ceases hurting stays in the memory.
We all have a " someone " who we carry in our hearts sometimes for an entire lifetime. That one that just doesn't fully remove itself from your journey, reminded at coffee shops through scent and char...
(n.) Crushing sorrow or grief; a yielding to such grief.
Never settle for being ordinary, you're made whole in God, you're uniquely perfect. Made to love and be loved.
You're like a band-aid that is slowly ripping off, and I'm still wounded!
Heartbreak and pain occurs when people love with their heart. It so happens that the heart is not the most vital organ in the body. So when it is 'broken', the body still functions as normal, leaving...
The most difficult aspect of moving on is accepting that the other person already did.
The sun was hot and bright. A day for fishing, for swimming, for playing tennis and having fun, and they put my Christopher in the ground.
I was the last of the four Dresden dolls. Only me... and I didn't want to be here.
Don't do this to us. He warned, his voice hoarse with angry desperation as he realize he was losing her. You're letting eleven years of mistrust color everything you've discovered I've done.
But death was her curse and her gift, and death had been her good friend these long, long years.
Lips that taste of tears they say are the best for kissing.
He who has never experienced hurt cannot experience true love.
And my heart is breakingMy heart is lying on the floor in a pool of tearsI keep asking the same questions only to have them unanswered
Breathe, Believe and Bounce Back
No more heartbrakes, Your dead.
Have you noticed ... that he actually hadn't made any promises to you?
Stab the body and it heals, but injure the heart and the wound lasts a lifetime.
She walked away too far for me to call... and for her to hear my voice.
Sometimes the heart breaks... Sometimes you break... Sometimes you break your heart by breaking yourself for someone who wouldn't do the same...
They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.