This is the problem with getting attached to someone, when they leave, you just feel lost.
That moment when you bust out crying in your room and you realize that no one knows how unhappy you are.
The deepest of a woman's insecurities often come from the men who have hurt them.
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.
My heart was taken by you, broken by you and now it's in pieces because of you.
Giving lots of affection and getting none in return hurts more than you think.
At some point, you have to realize that some people can stay in your heart but not in your life.
If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.
If you can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much you can love the right one.
The only thing I am left with are thoughts of you.
I'm trying to forget you but I'm also waiting for you to come back.
I hope one day I'll pop up in your head and you'll think “I shouldn't of let her go.”
If you cry because the sun has gone out of your life, your tears will prevent you from seeing the stars.
Women marry men hoping that the man will change. Men marry women hoping the woman will not change. Inevitably, they both end up disappointed.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
That feeling you get in your stomach when your heart's broken. It's like all the butterflies just died.
I'm sick of getting my hopes up for nothing.
When you begin to miss me, don't forget it is you who let me go.
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.
I can't even look at you any more, all I see is this stranger that once meant everything to me.
You lose yourself trying to hold on to someone who doesn't care about losing you.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.
Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts.
Letting you go wasn't the hardest part. Still loving you afterwards was.
