Quote by Anonymous
It takes a strong heart to love but it takes a stronger heart to continue to love after it's hurt.
Maybe it's not always about trying to fix something broken. Maybe it's about starting over and creating something better.
I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.
Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends.
Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
All that remains to us when love and glory are over, when adventures and passions have faded into the past, is but a deeper and ever-deepening sense of the infinite; and if we have not that within us, then are we destitute indeed.
I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
It is easier to keep half a dozen lovers guessing than to keep one lover after he has stopped guessing.
Once you have loved someone, you'd do anything in the world for them, except love them again.
I self-destruct every relationship so that I don't get hurt, but in reality I just hurt myself worse in the long run.
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
I've been hurt but I'll continue to love, for that gives me courage to go on with my life.
When you are in love and you get hurt, its like a cut, it will heal, but there will always be a scar.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.