“The sad soul once had happy stories to tell.”

Attachment is the opposite of healing.

I gave you up to gain myself back.

We lose ourself trying to be enough.

The voices inside of me has lost its breath.

We love people who can break our heart easily.

Only our dreams understand better that hearts are meant to be broken.

Once a man is done, he is done.

Broken hearts often break hearts.

Where there is mask there is fear.

Judge me by my past, don’t get mad when I put you there.

Our life has a secret relationship with sadness.

Sometimes we choose to be cold, to act cold.

Maybe today I am a dry tree, I will fill up when it’s rain.

What broke you, won’t heal you.

Dreams grow everywhere, people not.

Disappointments feel like home.

One of the greatest diseases is to be nobody to anybody.

I’m not brave any more darling. I’m all broken. They’ve broken me.

A pen went scribbling along. When it tried to write love, it broke.

Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.

You think your pain and your heartbreak are unprecedented in the history of the world, but then you read.

We suffer more in imagination than in reality.

People who say “It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all” never felt a broken heart.

Numbing the pain for a while will make it worse when you finally feel it.