broken-hearted

Men who believe that the way to the mind is not by way of ice picks through the brain or large dosages of dangerous medicine but through an honest reckoning of the self.

Saying goodbye doesn't mean you need to forget,It doesn't mean you were never loved.It doesn't mean you're weak,It doesn't mean you didn't try hard enough.

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.

Let go of what you can no longer keep. Protect what's still worth keeping. Believe in love most of all.

There will always be a pain in 'goodbyes'. No matter how much we seem to understand everything, it breaks our hearts to ever see anything beautiful die.

Love doesn't just go away without a sign or a reason. Things have happened along the way that caused it to grieve and to depart. Like all gifts, love has to be taken care of. It has to cherished and protected by those to whom it is given, and not just by one partner but by both.

Saying goodbye doesn't meanYou don't love him anymore,Nor that you no longer will.It doesn't mean that you failed.It doesn't mean you're unlovable.It doesn't mean somebody's better,And that someone else can take your place.

Help me O God! The pain of separation seems more painful to me than death itself. I don't know how much longer I can carry on. Help me carry on this day Lord. Help me to let go, I pray. Though I may not forget, help me to remember how you have always carried me through. Though the pain may not yet go away, assist me in carrying this cross with hope in my heart.

When we lose a loved one, whether by a broken relationship or by unexpected death, the most difficult part we experience is the vacuum of loss we feel in our hearts.All of a sudden, a very significant part of our life, maybe the biggest or most important part is taken away. There is no immediate replacement. What we have left is just a BIG VOID, an empty space, a black hole we cannot understand. We feel hollow, like our hearts have suddenly been taken away.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

Every thing has changed but my mind never.

Those happy memories now added to my sorrows.

You were my dream and I was just your fantasy.

I always knew death of this relation would beat the death out of my life.

A loyal heart is true to love even if it is full of scars

For a brokenhearted person memories are the vital parts of misery

Your love is a kind place, and I don't deserve to stay.

His face looked almost as gray as his suit, and the pouches beneath his eyes looked like little bags for holding all the sadness that his head couldn't hold.