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You can't be the cause and the cure, mon amour.
And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing that mattered to me.
I know that your heart is broken and I know that no words will repair that. I know how hard that is and I know it will never be the same again. But I also know what kind of person you are and how you deal with life. My friend, love is not how many times the words "I love you" have been said and it is not the long night talks or the going outs. Those add to the value of love but those are not 'love'. A good friend can offer you those. I know, love isn't meant to be easy but knowing what to defend and what to stand for is what defines love and what defines a person you can depend on. No one should use or abuse a relationship in any way. Knowing a person will choose you over anything else. Knowing that you can sleep safe because you have someone who will fight the world to choose you. That is Love. So, dear friend, let him leave because you deserve someone who wants to stay and who is willing to fight for it.
It’s just never going to get any easier is it. It’s never going away, this missing you. It’s going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself – along with all the other sadnesses – and quietly carry around with me forever…
il étouffe - le monde se couche sur lui - et l’étouffe - il est prisonnier - coincé par ses promesses … on lui demande des comptes … En face de lui … une machine à compter - une machine à écrire des lettres d’amour - une machine à souffrir - le saisit … s’accroche à lui … Pierre dis-moi la vérité
George Bernard Shaw
A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.
The eye is not a lake; still, it filled with tears. The enemy is not a seed; still, it grows. Character is not metal; still, it gets stained. Dignity is not the body; still, it gets injured. A human being is not the season; still, it changes.
Two days ago, I was trying to decide how to ask him to marry me,” Zane whispered. “Tonight I’m trying to figure out if I can even love someone like him.
His fingerprints covered my skin.
Robin Wall Kimmerer
Instead I just stand there, tears running down my cheeks in nameless emotion that tastes of joy and of grief. Joy for the being of the shimmering world and grief for what we have lost. The grasses remember the nights they were consumed by fire, lighting the way back with a conflagration of love between species. Who today even knows what that means? I drop to my knees in the grass and I can hear the sadness, as if the land itself was crying for its people: Come home. Come home. There are often other walkers here. I suppose that’s what it means when they put down the camera and stand on the headland, straining to hear above the wind with that wistful look, the gaze out to sea. They look like they’re trying to remember what it would be like to love the world.
The things that are priceless to my heart carry no currency where we are going.
I'm sorry that when you say 'love', I always hear 'heartbreak'.
I ache for you.
This mournful and restless sound was a fit accompaniment to my meditations.
What does the breathtaking view of the ocean mean without you?
Music for him was a way to show his love and desire for me. It was beautiful and raw. But it was his escape route as well. It took him inward, away from restraints and walls. He could feel the music wash over him, the lyrics taking his thoughts wherever they needed to be in those moments. He lived for dreams and fantasies. He was full of humor and charm, yet if it weren't for his love of music his life was overwhelmingly dull.
love wishes she was blind. love has to watch unflinchingly as fist after fist makes contact and then she has to take a breath and continue on.
Shannon A. Thompson
Her kiss was a good-bye and a promise and a dream.
I'm still as stone, arms wrapped around myself to hold my breaking heart in. These stories always end the same way.
I came up with a new reason To write your name today I plagiarized each letter From a love note you wrote me. The scent of ink was sacred to me In that relapsed moment… For a minute I could pretend The paper reminded me of your skin; I could pretend the glimmering ink Was the moonlit lake Of our summer night. But the pretending crumpled with paper And I threw us into the trash can For the bridge between us is long burned And it’s time I accepted that.
Fly away,” sang little lark to the crow, “There is no home for you Among the broken promises and empty hearts. We drew the life we never mourned, away with fading dark. Your wings are fashioned from the cold, mindless lies of feathers tarred with pitch!
Once in a while, I smell Clive on my skin and it stops my day. It's a train crossing; I wait to pass. Eventually the lights stop flashing, the barriers lift. I keep moving.
Ana Claudia Antunes
If you want to heal a broken heart, Be smart! That's all an ancient art. Start by loving the very small parts That were left there shattered apart.
If you wonder how you'll get through this new heartbreak, just think back. Remember all you've been through in the past. And how each time you swore, you'd never get through it. But you did. And look where you're at now. This too shall pass!
It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us. Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.
J. G. Holland
The most precious possession that ever comes to a man in this world is a woman's heart.
What is bad for the heart is good for art.
There were a million things, everything, I didn't know. I was stupid, the official descriptive phrase for happy. I took this thing I'm giving you back, this thing you gave me as the star we were waiting for finally emerged.
Heartbreak was the worst. It was worse than a cord wrapped around the wheel on you computer chair.
Trust the vibes you get, energy doesn’t lie.
I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.
If I did anything right it was when I decided to practice forgiveness and free my heart from pain.
R. W. Patterson
One celestial quake and the timeline belonging to her had imploded in the heavens like a dying star. It was like falling into oblivion, she thought wearily, the tattered remains of her life floated—unanchored in a vacuum of what was and what little remained.
And what if Miriam and I were never to be reconciled?
Don’t take away my dignity While patching up my broken dreams
Without you, life has become meaningless, music has become melody-less, food has become tasteless, flowers have become colorless, the mind has become restless, and my heart has become feeling less.
I say, "Well then I don't know if it was real, and that makes me feel like I'm going insane again." "Absolutely it was real. It was a real, partial picture. Because it ended preemptively, things you would have learned about him in the relationship, you are instead learning in the breakup. You have learned that he has a desperate desire for intimacy and then a desperate desire for the cave. He will get lonely there eventually and come back." "To me?" He doesn't pause. "To someone new." "And I'll have to watch another girl?" "You will have to, but you will also know what lies ahead for that poor girl.
I always think everybody has only one major heartbreak in their life. If you think you've had two, you can't have. The big one just musn't have happened to you yet - so watch your back. If you'd had it, you wouldn't mistake it for anything else.
You're lucky. You're getting this over with now. You only fall in love for the first time once." "That's very Taylor Swift of you," I say.
Over the two following post-breakup days, Zoey’s apartment held a different kind of music: the nose-blowing orchestra, the weeping philharmonic, the out-of-breath solo.
The Temperature is Rising The heartbeat quickens my breath is controlled,my senses are illuminated like a mother to her young. This feeling I have I've know it before, when the gates are opened I'll remember the beginning. Awaiting, dreaming imagining the endless possibilities of moments together as I give into my desires. My body reacts it has a mind of its own leaving little clues yet I continue on. Poised and professional I cross my origin the passion that awaits it stirs like a simmer. The sweet aroma a treat being made just for him I know he will like, the hunger in his eyes his mouth soft and strong it only took me a moment as he continued to look on. I didn't even recognize my sound as I was in a sphere all alone I hoped and imagined it would be but my mind was left in awe like sweet chocolate after a meal.
I need you like the day needs the night" -Quinn O'Shea
He looks like an angel, sings like an angel. He found my breaking heart and coaxed it into a new rhythm.
The long answer was too time-consuming to give. The short answer was too painful. It went like this. It was a question of what heartbreak is, and how exactly the heart breaks, and what is left of it afterwards.
Our emotions are encoded in the heart signals we emit. Use the energy you feel to know how they are feeling.
Let go. Why do you cling to pain? There is nothing you can do about the wrongs of yesterday. It is not yours to judge. Why hold on to the very thing which keeps you from hope and love?
Jodi Lynn Anderson
Every kind of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn’t happen twice. And I never expected that you could have a broken heart and love with it too, so much that it doesn’t seem broken at all.
I have been poisoned in your love and now I need antidote Jacqueline.L.J! <3
And me, standing under the splintered night, catching fractured glimpses into the black behind the black, hearing the prayers of stars, the angry whispers of the dark summer night. Its voice cracks, on your name. My eyes close, on your name.
If your sad about your work then remember there are people who clean actual shit for a living