“The greatest heartache comes from loving another soul, they said, beyond reason, beyond doubt, with no hope of salvation.”

Let her be herself. Or she will be somebody else’s.

It should be my right to mourn someone who has yet to leave this world but no longer wants to be part of mine.

Every time I see my name, I hear it in your voice.

Give me something I can write about.

Because sooner or later, all kinds of love – crazy love, wild love- fade into the same thing. The love becomes old and predictable -safe.

She would fondly call him her Frankenstein, this man who was a patchwork of all the things she had ever longed for.

I know how hard it is to have to love someone in secret.

That’s the thing about writers – on one hand everything is sacred to them, but, on the other, nothing really is.

To love is a dare, when hope and despair, are gates upon it hinges.

You won’t hear from me again after today, and I don’t want you to worry. I’ll be okay. Because I have to be.

Here and now I love you, for the moment you have my heart. But you are entitled to my future, you have no ownership of my past.

But tomorrow, tomorrow could be different, and that is what keeps me going today.

Here’s to those who wish us well, and the rest can go to hell!

We all need to follow our intuition, even if it takes us down the wrong path. Otherwise, you’ll always be second-guessing yourself.

Of all you’ve used against me, the worst has been my words.

The distance from you is measured in how far I’ve come.

Hearts can break and never make a sound.

I have been given eyes to see and a mind to think, and now I know a great secret of life, for I perceive, at last, that all my problems, discouragements , and heartaches are, in truth, great opportunities in disguise.

For my part, I prefer my heart to be broken. It is so lovely, dawn-kaleidoscopic within the crack.

In broken states hearts sure do tell their best tales.

What’s lost, can be found. What’s broken, may be fixed. But what lives in denial of either of these will remain as it is.

Heartbreak wears me like it’s love.

When you go through heartbreak, you just do things that get you by.  Eventually, you realize it’s about making the most of life.

Do you know the feeling, when your heart is so hurt, that you could feel the blood dripping?