broken-heart

Should we hold back from loving people because we carry the wounds of a few?

A stubbed in the back could only be from a friend.

My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

Half-broke hearts just didn't have much pep.

You couldn__ make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn__ assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.

She knew nothing of the massacre that went on around her, but when she released the wail of a broken hearted mother, one man heard her. The one who took her son's life.

I knew this for a fact. Little by little, the ache to see him, to hear him would disappear. Little by little I__ forget how his arms felt, how his fingers felt, how his lips felt..the sound of his voice, the intensity of his gaze, all of it. Trace by trace it would slip from my mind, recede into foggy memory. The painful haze that dulled my present would melt into the past. Maybe not all the way, maybe there would be a few scars. Maybe I'd be different, but I__ be me again. Little by little.

I stand, and wait among the sea foam. I swim in my own tears-I sing without my voice. I do not reach for higher ground, because I have lapped in the churning waters.

When it comes to love and loss, acceptance is never easy. We can't make someone see all we have to give, make them love us, or make them change. All we can do is move on and stop wasting time.

The reason why we get the same partners is not because people are the same, but because we pull the dark shadow of past hurts over our eyes and we live the same all over again. We change the actors, but never the masks we give them in our play.

You talked over the tour guide who pointed to houses and windows. Showing us where people had lived and died and other people now stayed in their place. Just like a broken heart." - Adieu

I just wanted to tell you, how beautiful you were; that day, that night, that life.

But everybody still walked in eggshells around the two of them, trying not pick sides, though loyalties were inevitably divided.

Long distance relationship is like a dream,It can be SWEET,It can be SADandIt can also be a NIGHTMARE.

If you cannot piece someone else's heart back to its original condition, don't dare to break it.

A Salute to our Journey's End! Good Riddance.

When Love reaches its peak,It reverses back to transform"I Love you" to "O you Evil".