Yet leave me not; yet, if thou wilt, be free; love me no more, but love my love of thee.
The human heart has hidden treasures, In secret kept, in silence sealed; The thoughts, the hopes, the dreams, the pleasures, Whose charms were broken if revealed.
I have more of a desire to write songs about being an independent woman than being in love, songs about getting up and moving on even if I have a broken heart.
Too long a sacrifice can make a stone of the heart. O when may it suffice?
Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.
The hardest thing you can do is smile when you are ill, in pain, or depressed. But this no-cost remedy is a necessary first half-step if you are to start on the road to recovery.
I don't fall in love anymore. Just like I don't get the mumps.
Since you went the sun refuses to shine The sky joins me in weeping for your absence All our pleasure is gone with you. . . Silence reigns everywhere. . . Oh come back! Already the shepherds and their flocks call for you! Come back soon, or it will be winter in May.
The tender heart, the broken and contrite spirit, are to me far above all the joys that I could ever hope for in this vale of tears.
You don't. It doesn't work. One day, you wake up, and you've learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.
If you love deeply, you're going to get hurt badly. But it's still worth it.
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing.
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future.
Do we know our poor people? Do we know the poor in our house, in our family? Perhaps they are not hungry for a piece of bread. Perhaps our children, husband, wife, are not hungry, or naked, or dispossessed, but are you sure there is no one there who feels unwanted, deprived of affection?
Relationships are like a dance, with visible energy racing back and forth between the partners. Some relationships are the slow, dark dance of death.
It's the nature of hearts to break. It's in their job description. When a heart is doing what it's supposed to be doing, it holds nothing back. And sometimes it gets broken.
Since you walked out on me I'm getting lovelier by the hour. I glow like a corpse in the dark. No one sees how round and sharp my eyes have grown how my carcass looks like a glass urn, how I hold up things in the rags of my hands, the way I can stand through crippled by lust. No, there's just your cruelty circling my head like a bright rotting halo.
Love is a kind of warfare.
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you.
It's not love's going hurts my days But that it went in little ways.