“Love is not easy, neither is it impossible.”

Like love & pain, you will slowly fade away too.

Honey its time to move on. You deserve to be loved too.

I am not broken, neither hurt. I am just disappointed.

Look how your happiness crushes all the critics around you.

Take a deep breath, feel. Now let it all go.

A true friend will never try to change you, no matter how weird the world thinks you are.

Chaos in my mind. You in my heart.

I gave you all my pieces, and you returned it as my heart.

Mistakes were made. Mine was, believing that you loved me & yours, well you know what you did.

I moved on but love never felt the same.

What’s the point of others loving you when you can’t love yourself.

I wish I loved myself more than loving you.

Only fools break a loving heart like yours.

The past is only going to cause you more pain. Stay away from it.

People talk, doesn’t mean you stop.

It’s not rare to love, but it’s rare to be loved these days.

Hint at the existence of wickedness in a light, easy, and agreeable manner, so that nobody’s fine feelings may be offended.

This world owes all its forward impulses to people ill at ease.

For easy things, that may be got at will, Most sorts of men do set but little store.

It is one of the enjoyments of retirement that you are able to drift through the day at your own pace, easy in the knowledge that you have put hard work and achievement behind you.

That element of surprise is what I look for when I am writing. It is my way of judging what I am doing – which is never an easy thing to do.

Reason is a very light rider, and easily shook off.

Good manners is the art of making those people easy with whom we converse. Whoever makes the fewest people uneasy is the best bred in the room.

Small causes are sufficient to make a man uneasy, when great ones are not in the way: for want of a block he will stumble at a straw.