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Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
I just hope to sleep
And never awaken
Nothing left in this world
Could replace what you have taken....
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together.
Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together.
With what a deep devotedness of woe
I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again
Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain,
And memory, like a drop that, night and day,
Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
If we must part forever,
Give me but one kind word to think upon,
And please myself with, while my heart's breaking.
I never knew until that moment how bad it could hurt to lose something you never really had.
I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
I just hope to sleep
And never awaken
Nothing left in this world
Could replace what you have taken....
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.