No," Wednesday agreed. "You have tortured with silence. You let her grieve for a soul she did not lose, mourn a heart that should not have broken, and berate herself for betraying the man she loves. . . with the man she loves. It can't be 'true' love without the truth, Rumbold.
The most important things to say are those which often I did not think necessary for me to say - because they were too obvious.
It took me realizing that a broken heart has never actually killed anyone to find the courage to ask for what I want, in just about every situation. That was part of my own growing up.
All so convinced that you're followin your heart cause your mind don't control what it does sometimes
The pain over my heart returns, and from it I imagine tiny fissures spreading out into my body. Through my torso, down my arms and legs, over my face, leaving it crisscrossed with cracks. One good jolt. . . and I could shatter into strange razor-sharp shards.
To offer a man friendship when love is in his heart is like giving a loaf of bread to one who is dying of thirst.
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.
Love: a grave mental disease.
Desire leaves us heartbroken; it wears us out.
You will put on a dress of guilt and shoes with broken high ideals.
You have to think with the heart.
But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.
If you don't love me at my worst, then you don't deserve me at my best.
In seeking absolute truth we aim at the unattainable and must be content with broken portions.
The best way to mend a broken heart is time and girlfriends.
She dumped me for the worst reason of all. For absolutely no reason at all. . . I mean, if she fell in love with someone else, or I did something wrong, or I let her down in some unforgivable way. . . That, I'd understand, right? But instead, she said. . . it wasn't anything. Not a single thing. It was just me. I was nice. I was kind. We just. . . she didn't see the connection anymore. I think she thought I was boring. And the cruelest part is, when someone says something mean about you, you know when they're right.
To dare to live alone is the rarest courage; since there are many who had rather meet their bitterest enemy in the field, than their own hearts in their closet.
The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself.
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship-only backward. You try to start again but get into blaming over and over. Finally you are both worn out, exhausted, hopeless. Then lawyers are called in to pick clean the corpses. The death has occurred much earlier.
A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.