I can't set my hopes too high, because every hello ends with a goodbye.
The most terrible thing about it is not that it breaks one’s heart – hearts are made to be broken – but that it turns one’s heart to stone.
We were promised sufferings. They were part of the program. We were even told, ‘Blessed are they that mourn,’ and I accept it. I’ve got nothing that I hadn’t bargained for. Of course it is different when the thing happens to oneself, not to others, and in reality, not imagination.
All lives end. All hearts are broken. Caring is not an advantage.
Waiting for the end to come, Wishing I had strength to stand, This is not what I had planned, It’s out of my control.
Memories consume Like opening the wound I’m picking me apart again You all assume I’m safe here in my room Unless I try to start again.
Even in our sleep, pain which cannot forget falls drop by drop upon the heart until, in our own despair, against our will, comes wisdom through the awful grace of God.
And when you’re feeling empty, keep me in your memory. Leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.
The saddest aspect of life right now is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.
Your sadness is because of the thorn of desire in your heart. If you do not take notice of this, it will turn into cynicism, frustration and anger. You need to pull it out and throw it. Then you will feel uplifted and happy.
The heart will break, but broken live on.
Let there be sunshine, let there be rain, let the broken hearted love again.
Sky of blackness and sorrow, sky of love, sky of tears. Sky of glory and sadness, sky of mercy, sky of fear.
Let it die. Let there be a new beginning. It’s awful. Goodnight.
I felt like crying but nothing came out. it was just a sort of sad sickness, sick sad, when you can’t feel any worse. I think you know it. I think everybody knows it now and then. but I think I have known it pretty often, too often.
Boredom, anger, sadness, or fear are not ‘yours,’ not personal. They are conditions of the human mind. They come and go. Nothing that comes and goes is you.
Leave my loneliness unbroken.
The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.
Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.
Was it the infinite sadness of her eyes that drew him or the mirror of himself that he found in the gorgeous clarity of her mind?