Hearts are not had as a gift, But hearts are earned...
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn’t he catch my falling star? I wish I didn’t wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go.
It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
How could an Angel break my heart? Why didn’t he catch my falling star? I wish I didn’t wish so hard. Maybe I wished our love apart.
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.
You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see.
Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing
