“ Being a blesséd writer is a cursed attribute, when you wish to no longer be encompassed by someone and yet you are surrounded by loose leaf papers filled with the sound of his voice. Elizabeth Brooks
“ He counts as an ex because he made me feel dumped even without making me feel loved first. David Levithan
“ I tell her that the best thing to do when you fall is to get up,And she is up, so she's moving in the right direction. Innocent Mwatsikesimbe
“ Your first love isn't the first person you give your heart to- it's the first one who beaks it. Lang Leav
“ It’s so hard not to be fascinated by the broken, to remember that a boy with a sad smile and a pretty face is not the boy that you should fall in love with. Kris Kidd
“ Another piano falls, but this time it’s me— or my lascivious loneliness, or my grab bag of mental instabilities and emotional shortcomings, or whatever. Kris Kidd
“ I could write about how I feel when I sing, write and create something from heartbreak, sorrow, sadness or just simply nothingness. How nothingness can become the most beautiful, unexplainable feeling… Charlotte Eriksson
“ That I’ve horrified many flight attendants across the globe with my oft-thought morbid ritual of listening to Tuesday’s Gone as we fly through the sky is not my concern. My declaration evident, my tru… Ava Ayers
“ Have you ever longed for someone so much, so deeply that you thought you would die? That your heart would just stop beating? I am longing now, but for whom I don't know. My whole body craves to be hel… Tracey Emin
“ The picture has no religion, no caste, no name,And the best part about it is that the picture stays the same. Adhish Mazumder
“ Master the art of learning when it is time for you to let go of dead situations. Letting go doesn't always mean the end, sometimes it is the start of something beautiful. Keysha Jade
“ Choose wisely From those who start A fire in your heart. Some may burn you to shreds,While you were looking for warmth. Saiber
“ We are all trying to get over the person who broke our hearts. We are all far from perfect. Alex Rosa
“ The stars, like the hollow eyes of a god forgotten, marry the sadness of the exhausted hour and inspire a little chaos, a little gentleness, to those below. I look up at the sky and see everything I’v… Marlen Komar
“ I'm here!" I said..."I'm read to go home!" As if they couldn't see me. As if I couldn't remember what it had been like, fluttering next to someone's ear and whispering into it. How the whole earth was… Carolyn Turgeon
