Every happy couple has at least one breakup behind them

You still look at me the way you used to... That must mean something, right?

The funny thing about breakups is they point out what we didn't even know we had, but don't give us the option of going back into battle armed with that knowledge.

When your ex gave you their love you had it to keep. That which is given to you, cannot be taken away from you. The only thing taken away from you was the wish to have it given to you again

Do not take another's bad opinion of you as the truth. Nothing others think or say about you is about you, but rather a reflection of their own reality.

Obsession is feeling fearful that you may be losing him; detachment is knowing that he may be losing you; and apathy is the past tense of both

Based on a string of bad breakups, I was forced to examine my choice of partners. Surely, that must have abolished me from any wrongdoing

I can embrace myself, hold my own hand, love me - but I can't gaze into my own eyes and feel my own soul lift me up.

The dark of night does not come after the golden glow of the day's sun but before it.

No one is spared the pain of rejection, except the ignorant and the fool. Which my ex just happens to be both of.

Your closing your eyes to me, opened my eyes to you.

Mars and Venus? Nope. The only problem between the genders is that we each have the others needs and wants backwards. Men want to be needed, and women need to be wanted. Not the other way around. It's that simple!

The greatest experience we can ever have is usually not a welcomed one at that time.

To err is human, to forgive is just like asking for it all over again

I used to treat those who did me wrong with disdain and unacceptance. I was afraid that if I were to treat them nicely it would mean that I was giving them the 'go-ahead', 'thumbs-up', to hurt me again. Little did I know that I was only reaffirming that their choice to hurt me to begin with was the right choice

When I first met my partner, I rejoiced in him. What splendid, fascinating, and new things he brought to my stagnant life. For instance, he could talk for hours about space and music. And now, three-and-one-half years later I realize that he can talk for hours about space and music. Despite this, I still love him.

Most people are afraid that if they back off a little that the object of their affection will move on and eventually forget about them. But, ironically, the real reason is that they, themselves, are afraid that if they back off that THEY will forget about the object of their affection and move on, and this they don't want to do.

If we are but one, then to hold you accountable is to hold me accountable. To love you, is to love myself, To forgive you is to leave me without blame, also. Ah, the peace!

It's not the days, the hours, the minutes, nor the seconds that count. It's man's actions and reactions to them that make or break his life's journey

It's always the same in every relationship, there is always one person crying and wishing to get back together, while the other doesn't even remember the things they've been through. I hate that I have to be the one who remembers every little detail while you can't seem to remember me at all.

We laughed until we had to cry, we loved right down to our last goodbye, but over the years we'll smile and recall for just one moment we had it all.

The sorrow which has no vent in tears may make other organs weep

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight

A woman wears her tears like jewelry

Every woman is wrong until she cries, and then she is right - instantly

The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost

The hottest love has the coldest end

Why can't we get all the people together in the world that we really like and then just stay together? I guess that wouldn't work. Someone would leave. Someone always leaves. Then we would have to say good-bye. I hate good-byes. I know what I need. I need more hellos

i fear the thought of falling for something that will never be mine

I don't need you, but i choose to want you

she's going through an emotional hurricane inside but nobody knows

when you love someone, but the love is lost. could it get worse?

i want someone that will have my friends saying to one another .. "shes happy again"

darling, you didn't crush me, you completley destroyed me.

The sexiest thing about a girl is confidence

So I'll erase everything and forget about you. Too bad that this will be the hardest thing I'll ever have to do

let it burn while i cry, cause i heard it screaming out your name

Just because it didn’t last forever, doesn’t mean it wasn’t worth your while.

It’s funny how you can still love a person, but you stop needing them like you used to.

I didn't change, I just found myself

What made you happy once, might not make you happy now.

Because things are the way they are, things will not stay the way they are.

Things do not change; we change

We've all grown up, and there's no denying that. But it's tough to tell if in that growing up, we've simply grown apart.

Every single thing changes and is changing always in this world. Yet with the same light the moon goes on shining.
Every beginning is a consequence - every beginning ends some thing.

We spend our time searching for security and hate it when we get it

I really don't think that anyone in this world knows the real me. My closest friends know me better than anyone else, but I don't think I’ve ever let certain sides of me come out around anyone except myself. I keep some feelings hidden because no one would understand, and even if they did understand, there wouldn't be anything that anyone could do to make the feelings disappear.

"It hurts to look at yourself in the mirror and hate yourself, look into the mirror and wonder what ever happened to that smile that used to shine so bright. When you look at yourself, you see this version of "you" that your mind has created, someone that has become so distant and cold that nobody wants to be around her. Empty eyes. Fragile bones. The only thing you have left are the lies you tell yourself everyday to survive, lies that have become your painful reality, lies that will swallow you whole and crush your insides, lies that have turned you into someone you never wanted to be.."

Do you ever get that feeling where you don't want to talk to anybody? You don't want to smile and you don't want to fake being happy. But at the same time you don't know exactly what's wrong either. There isn't a way to explain it to someone who doesn't already understand. If you could want anything in the world it would be to be alone. People have stopped being comforting and being along never was. At least when you're alone no one will constantly ask you what is wrong and there isn't anyone who won't take 'I don't know' for an answer. You feel the way you do just because. You hope the feeling will pass soon and that you will be able to be yourself again, but until then all you can do is wait.

Forget what you heard, recognize what you see. I know you heard the rumors... now here's the real me

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

Great changes are easier than small ones.

The only completely consistent people are dead

When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one that has opened for us.

Silence has become normal between us. Not the nice kind of silence, or the comfortable kind of silence. But the awkward kind of silence, like between strangers. Our silence is an avoidance of the truth.

I've learned that things change, people change, and it doesn't mean you forget the past or try to cover it up. It simply means you move on and treasure the memories. Letting go doesn't mean giving up, it means accepting that some things weren't meant to be