What's meant to be will always find a way.
An agony. The exit like the entrance - but reserved. A palindrome: gut-tug.
Now, granted, there are still as many heartbreaking things going on. There are so many things in the Obama administration to be sick over that certainly didn't change. And also our media, if it's possible, seems to be getting even worse. The alleged news media. And then there are the teabag racists adding insult to injury. But I don't have that same heartbreak anymore, because it's not fresh heartbreak anymore. It's like I'm used to it. I'm sure we all are just used to it.
Part of me knows one more day won't do anything except postpone the heartbreak. But another part of me believes differently. We are born in one day. We die in one day. We can change in one day. And we can fall in love in one day. Anything can happen in just one day.
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn't want it, you cannot take it back. It's gone forever.
To cheat oneself out of love is the most terrible deception; it is an eternal loss for which there is no reparation, either in time or in eternity.
You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. " ~Heathcliff
Romance has been elegantly defined as the offspring of fiction and love.
Don't feel sad over someone who gave up on you, feel sorry for them because they gave up on someone who would have never given up on them.
Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope
It is sheer good fortune to miss somebody long before they leave you.
How else but through a broken heart may Lord Christ enter in?
They should tell you when you’re born: have a suitcase heart, be ready to travel.
It is foolish to pretend that one is fully recovered from a disappointed passion. Such wounds always leave a scar.
If what he said was the truth, it broke her heart. If what he said was a lie, it was broken anyway.
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.
When God gets us alone through suffering, heartbreak, temptation, disappointment, sickness, or by thwarted friendship - when He gets us absolutely alone, and we are totally speechless, unable to ask even one question, then He begins to teach us.
It was an honor to work with Samantha Morton on this Casablanca-esque, silent-film-esque, Americana photobooth Woolworth's hay day period piece of surrealism realism story time tell-tale-ism, black and white 35 mm film, washed in strange light, over this love hate tune, heartbreak song, life-goes-on lullaby, The Last Goodbye. It's a doorway into the future of the fatal past-tense. Get it?
What made marriage so difficult back then was yet again that instigator of so many other sorts of heartbreak: the oversize brain.
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.