Each man kills the thing he loves. – Anthony Burgess
Take away love and our earth is a tomb. – Robert Browning
I believe that everything happens for a reason. – Marilyn Monroe
The wound is the place where the Light enters you. – Rumi
The robbed that smiles, steals something from the thief. – William Shakespeare
Brains are like hearts – they go where they are appreciated. – Robert McNamara
I know they say the first love is the sweetest but that first cut is the deepest – Drake
There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. – Gilbert K. Chesterton
Empty pockets never held anyone back. Only empty heads and empty hearts can do that. – Norman Vincent Peale
Never give up. When your heart becomes tired, just walk with your legs – but move on. – Paulo Coelho
If you love something set it free, but don’t be surprised if it comes back with herpes. – Chuck Palahniuk
It is foolish to tear one’s hair in grief, as though sorrow would be made less by baldness. – Marcus Tullius Cicero
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. – Anais Nin
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart there is room for nothing. – Antonio Porchia
A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income. – George Bernard Shaw
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle. – James Russell Lowell
I believe that the confidence of Hungary in me is not shaken by misfortune nor broken by my calumniators. – Lajos Kossuth
The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core of strength within you that survives all hurt. – Max Lerner
Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. – Edna St. Vincent Millay
Forgiving does not erase the bitter past. A healed memory is not a deleted memory. Instead, forgiving what we cannot forget creates a new way to remember. We change the memory of our past into a hope for our future. – Lewis B. Smedes
It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our powers of feeling. When your heart is broken, your boats are burned: nothing matters any more. It is the end of happiness and the beginning of peace. – George Bernard Shaw
Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew – knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest – was how love gave someone the power to break you – Stephenie Meyer
Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I’m tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become. – Johnny Weir
I couldn’t allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It’s strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her only for a minute it was enough to pierce the bone and marrow of my contentment and shove me back again into the agonizing gutter of my wretched past. – Henry Miller
They say for every light on Broadway there is a broken heart, an unrealized dream. And that’s the same in any profession. So you have to want it more than anyone else, and you have to be your own champion, be your own superstar, blaze your own path, say yes to opportunity, follow your instincts, be eager, and passionate, keep learning, nurture your real, lasting relationships, don’t be a jerk, and free your imagination so you can become all that you want to be. – Sutton Foster
Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn’t find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn’t go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you’d known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you. – Alice Hoffman
