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Tell any grizzled old cutthroat a sob story about a double-cross and a broken heart and he'll eat right out of your hand.

Te ofrecí una aventura, Ed, justo delante de ti, pero tu no fuiste capaz de verla hasta que yo te la mostré, y por eso rompimos

That child would forever play in the gardens and dance with the rain. The child who would bury her face into lilacs and roses and blooms of hyacinth, and breathe in their sweet perfumes. She could ride on the wind and bathe in the stars. She who danced beneath the moon hearing music of her own as she ran through the shadows of the forest. The same child who scaled barefoot the cliffs of her glen and stripped her clothes off to stand naked in the rain while she gazed out over the waterfalls. (c)

That's exactly what it would be to fall in love with him again; pure trouble and a twice broken heart.

That's the thing about trust. It's like broken glass. You can put it back together, but the cracks are always visible--like scars that never fully heal.

That throbbing thing in my chest can hardly be called a heart. It has been wrung out and deformed into something merely functional. Nothing can revive it.

The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn't negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you keep living, day after day after terrible day.

The heart I once thought was whole, is becoming divided, and I no longer know how to hold it together." ~ Hannah

The heart will find solace after a lost love, but once the soul is betrayed and broken it will always bleed and the wounds will never really heal,,,,

The inner-most thoughts of our psyche. Those are the words we keep secret.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air…. touching your skin… … Saying goodbye…. The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

The life I’ve lived, you think it’s something to admire, to aspire to? You think I hoard romanticism within my silence?” ... “There are those whose lives are hell,” I said. “Hell barely begins to explain what I have lived. The books I wrote were buried beneath the endless screams. Most days, I can not write or think or breathe over the screaming in my head.” ... “I want to bury this inside me,” I said. “You must understand. There is a part of me that always longs for death. There are days, it hurts too much. I can not get angry. I can never be angry. I won’t allow it. I’m afraid of what I will do if ever I get angry.

The longer we spent together, the more she discovered about me. The things I didn't want her to know. The darkness and the anger and the pain.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.

There are many types of pain. The only one that aspirin won't help is a hurting heart. That's why there is alcohol.

There are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

There is no Love Failure but for the Broken Heart.

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought… ‘I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man’. And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

There were times my heart broke into painful fragments then my soul perseveringly gathered an ocean of strength on my voyage towards renewal.

There would be a lot fewer broken hearts when a relationship fails if people would understand that there’s no reason to want someone who doesn’t want you. Never allow yourself to feel half empty when you deserve a relationship that will fill your heart with happiness.

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you. Some people might find that strange. But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

The way destiny forgot To etch home on her palms, The broken compass Also forgot to point towards north.

The world is filled with so many beautiful people after all and who am I to think that you will hold on, hold on to me, because who am I and what are we?

They are many wounded hearts here. Many! Some admit. Others - the stubborn ones, scribble poetry instead.

They say “Follow your heart”…. …. But I can’t follow you where you’re going…

They say the truth hurts. And these words hurt more than any I have ever written. But they are the truth – The cold, hard, undeniable truth. Not letting go doesn’t keep him with you. It’s still over. He’s still gone. … And nothing will ever change that.

This is what we do. We do crazy shit because we're broken. That's who we are. That's what we do.

Though far away, I will chase you with murky brands and, when chill death has severed soul and body, everywhere my shade shall haunt you.

Though I never really had you…. … to me you will always be the one that got away.

Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness. Love Always, The girl you loved once.

Time heals if you let it. Free yourself from the trap of hatred and unforgiveness. There might be some reasons to hold a grudge with your ex but doing so never solve the problem. Let time help you ease the pain. As much as possible, DON’T CHASE AFTER YOUR EX!

Time is a great healer, but a lousy beautician.

Time heals. Crushes let up. Splinters work their way out. Doesn't mean they don't leave scars that itch.

Titus, have you ever had your heart broken?” “Oh, son. How could you ask a man who used to play the blues a question like that?” “How long does it take to go away?” “A broken heart?” “Yeah.” “There’s no precise formula, Sammy.” “Just give me an estimate.” “A good rule of thumb is at least half the time that you were in love. Or twice the time. It all just depends.

Tis a cold wind which blows through the hearts of the forgotten men.

To love is to risk, and to risk is to lose sometimes, to get hurt. But let it not deter you from loving again, from being happy.

Too much brokenness makes things unbreakable

Two weeks before Christmas, Richard developed a strong belief that if he couldn’t sleep, then I shouldn’t sleep.

Ummmm hi" and my broken heart twitches in an attempt to start beating again

Up there with the wind and the trees, I found me. I could slip so easily into the elements and feel them move through me. It felt like I could really fly and wanted, so badly, to jump, to try. ... There, in my glen, I was home. That is the only happiness I remember.

Was it me? Was I too cold? Too inexperienced? Not pretty enough? Not good enough in bed? And when disloyal, seed-sowing scum buckets slept with other girls, why did women look inward to find fault in themselves?

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.

We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue in love without being stronger than our brokenness.

We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.

Well, well, my dear. Are we so brokenhearted as that? Is the loss of that terrible prince really worth your life?

We met at a cross-roads in life, But we were going different directions. We were part of each other's lives, But only for a moment. The first person that you meet in life Won't necessarily be the one who's forever. Just look at you and me, And it's not hard to see that This is the moment before life goes on. We are still friends; We are still really good friends. Please tell me that you agree. But I'm not the one for you, And you just can't see yourself with me.

We're both broken now.