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I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.
Oct 1, 2025
I hated her now with a hatred more fatal than indifference because it was the other side of love.
It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.
The only thing left to do is forgive and forget. I want to forgive you and I want to forget you.
What's meant to be will always find a way.
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.
Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.
When we discuss those we love with those who do not love them, the end of love is near.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
Did I really want to stay on this road longer, knowing it was only going to end in devastation?
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
The great tragedy of life is not that men perish, but that they cease to love.
Do you think, because I am poor, obscure, plain and little, I am soulless and heartless? You think wrong! - I have as much soul as you, - and full as much heart! And if God had gifted me with some beauty and much wealth, I should have made it as hard for you to leave me, as it is now for me to leave you!
Hearts are breakable," Isabelle said. "And I think even when you heal, you're never what you were before".
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning, and out of the heart of darkness comes the light.
Maybe part of loving is learning to let go.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.
Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
Nobody was perfect. Not even close. And everybody had wrinkles from smiling and squinting and craining their necks. Everybody has marks on their bodies from years of living- a trail of life left on them. Evidence of all the adventures and sleepless nights and practical jokes and heartbreaks that had made them who they are.
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
Sadness flies away on the wings of time.
Grief is the price we pay for love.
every healthy marriage is composed of walls and windows. The windows are the aspects of your relationship that are open to the world—that is, the necessary gaps through which you interact with family and friends; the walls are the barriers of trust behind which you guard the most intimatesecrets of your marriage.
If I love you more than you love me, I’m as good as dead. Yet I can’t make myself take it back. I can’t just walk away from you, because every time you pass by me without smiling, without touching my hand, or at least making eye contact, it feels like I’m dying inside.
Don't settle for a relationship that won't let you be yourself.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
When you're a dreamer, heart break and failure come with the territory, but I can tell you it's worth it, because it's a way of living that is both moving and memorable.
Regret for the things we did can be tempered by time; it is regret for the things we did not do that is inconsolable.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
The minute I heard my first love story, I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere. They're in each other all along.
One can't run in a park without a dog or make angels in the snow without a child and there are things one can't do without a lover, so the loss of the lover is like an amputation and the patient goes into shock.
This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us.
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Real, sane, mature love—the kind that pays the mortgage year after year and picks up the kids after school—is not based on infatuation but on affection and respect.
When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken - and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
Cry me a river, build a bridge, and get over it.
The heart was made to be broken.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Unhappy love freezes all our affections: our own souls grow inexplicable to us. More than we gained while we were happy we lose by the reverse.
If you're going through hell, keep going.
There is no better than adversity. Every defeat, every heartbreak, every loss, contains its own seed, its own lesson on how to improve your performance the next time.
This was something she would keep hidden within herself, maybe in place of the knot of pain and anger she had been carrying under her breastbone...a security blanket, an ace up her sleeve. She might never use it, but she would always feel its presence like a swelling secret stone, and that way when she let go of the rage, she would not feel nearly as empty.
Accept the things to which fate binds you, and love the people with whom fate brings you together, but do so with all your heart.
The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?
Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo breaks down.
He, who had done more than any human being to draw her out of the caves of her secret, folded life, now threw her down into deeper recesses of fear and doubt. The fall was greater than she had ever known, because she had ventured so far into emotion and had abandoned herself to it.