I believe there are more urgent and honorable occupations than the incomparable waste of time we call suffering.
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.
The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.
Moving on after a break up is a great way to get back on your feet and start feeling happy again.
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.
Today I divide my day between being actor, producer and distributor, and the monotony is broken.
What happens when people open their hearts?". . . "They get better.
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.
The harder they hit, the more encouraged I get.
And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you
She'd cried over a broken heart before. She knew what that felt like, and it didn't feel like this. Her heart felt not so much broken as just. . . empty. It felt like she was an outline empty in the middle. The outline cried senselessly for the absent middle. The past cried for the present that was nothing.
My own will and desires were now very much broken, and my heart was with much earnestness turned to the Lord, to whom alone I looked for help in the dangers before me.
A broken heart, too much cold beer, ocean waves and a willing man were never a good combination, no matter what the country songs said.
Probably one of the most private things in the world is an egg until it is broken.
I wanted impossible things. I wanted my life with her before it all turned bad. What I had been given had been taken away and now I was even less than before.
The rain will stop, the night will end, the hurt will fade. Hope is never so lost that it can't be found.
But from a distance. I would have left you whole and wholly for the delectation of those who wanted more and cared less.
They say for every light on Broadway there is a broken heart, an unrealized dream. And that’s the same in any profession. So you have to want it more than anyone else, and you have to be your own champion, be your own superstar, blaze your own path, say yes to opportunity, follow your instincts, be eager, and passionate, keep learning, nurture your real, lasting relationships, don’t be a jerk, and free your imagination so you can become all that you want to be.
There's no me if there's no me and you.