It’s funny how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces..

You let me down,
I cried to you.
But know that if I cry,
Sure as hell,
You’ll cry too.

YOU WANNA SEE BRUTALITY?
OPEN MY CHEST AND LOOK AT MY HEART!

If you really love me.. please stop hurting me.

I’m with you because I love you.
You’re with me because you want to be.
I kiss you, and for you it’s nothing.
But for me, it’s everything.

In this place we lie cutting slightly in vain,
Hoping and praying you’ll remember my name.

All I know are apologies..
Do you feel the shame?

When I die, know that you never knew me.

Not all scars show.
Not all wounds heal.
Sometimes, you can’t always see the pain someone feels.

I want to be your favorite hello – and you’re hardest goodbye.

Giving up doesn’t always mean you are weak.
Sometimes it just means you’re strong enough to let go.

Sometimes it’s better to be alone.
Nobody can hurt you that way.

Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again.
Skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts.

Why is it that when I’m finally getting over you,
You give me a reason to fall in love with you all over again?

If you don’t love me at my worst,
Then you don’t deserve me at my best.

Sometimes I cry just to hear you tell me it’ll all be okay.

The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.

The saddest thing in the world is loving someone who used to love you.

I guess when your heart gets broken, you begin to see the cracks in everything.

What love we’ve given, we’ll have forever.
What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.

If you live to be 100, I want to live to be 100 minus one day,
So I never have to live without you.

Time goes by a lot slower when you have a broken heart.

I never stopped loving you.
I just stopped letting it show.

The saddest aspect of life is that science gathers knowledge faster than society gathers wisdom.

It only hurts when I breathe..

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“It’s funny how someone can break your heart and you can still love them with all the little pieces..”

A guy and a girl can be just friends but at one point one of them will fall for the other, maybe temporarily, maybe at the wrong time, maybe too late or maybe, just maybe…forever.

There is only one kind of love,
but there are a thousand imitations.

I may not be what you want, but I will try every moment to be what you need.

When you smile at me or even just look my way, it makes me smile and brightens my day. Because then I know, that even if it was just for a second, I crossed your mind.

A friend is there when you need nothing, a best friend is there when you are nothing.

Being in love isn’t about picturing yourself with that one person for the rest of your life. It is about not being able to picture yourself without that person for one day.

I hate how you can bring out the worst in me but act like you’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

You were once happy without him. You will be happy again.

Life is going to hurt you,
So why not hurt for someone you love?

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Should I smile because you’re my friend, or cry because that’s all we’ll ever be?

“Pain is beautiful. When you feel pain, you know that you’re alive. ”
-Criss Angel

You make it hard to smile because you make it hard to breathe. Why do you do this to me?

What do you do when the only person who could stop you crying is the reason why you started?

I miss the days when tying my shoe was the hardest thing to do…
Now it’s learning how to smile when everything inside tells me to cry.

I wish I’d died in your arms the last time we were together…
So I wouldn’t have to wake without you today.

I think the worst feeling is being forgotten about by someone you will never forget.

I found everything that I could ever want wrapped up in something I could never have.

Just live and breathe
And try not to die again.

She falls asleep with the phone by her mascara streaked pillow,
And at two in the morning when she suddenly awakens because she was dreaming of him,
The first thing she does is check the caller ID to see if his name is there.
When it’s not, it breaks her heart.

Tell him i don’t ever want to see him again
Tell him he meant nothing to me
Tell him i never loved him
Tell him i won’t miss him at all
But please don’t tell him
I said all this with tears in my eyes.

Athazagoraphobia: The fear of being forgotten.

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It’s not up to me anymore. If you want me in your life, you’ll find your way to put me there.

She will chase you around for a while; but there’s going to be one day when she’s going to stop and she’s going to get over you. And at that moment, you’re going to wish you had let her catch you.

Guys are like stars; there are millions of them but only one can make your wishes come true.

A girl worth kissing is not easily kissed.

Don’t cry over someone who won’t cry over you.

The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them.

One day, you’re going to wake up and realize how special she is — and when that day comes, she’ll be waking up next to the guy who already knew.

I feel sorry for the boys who broke my heart, because one day, they’re going to wake up and realize they had the world.

Something so strong shouldn’t make me feel this weak.

He’ll never admit you’re the only thing that’s ever on his mind.

Forget the risk, take the fall.
If it’s meant to be, it’s worth it all.

Every night I talk to the stars pretending they’re you. Sadly, they’re too much like you – far away and they never answer my questions.

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“She said that she would dance with me if I brought her red roses,” cried the young Student; “but in all my garden there is no red rose.”

From her nest in the holm-oak tree the Nightingale heard him, and she looked out through the leaves, and wondered.

“No red rose in all my garden!” he cried, and his beautiful eyes filled with tears. “Ah, on what little things does happiness depend! I have read all that the wise men have written, and all the secrets of philosophy are mine, yet for want of a red rose is my life made wretched.”

“Here at last is a true lover,” said the Nightingale. “Night after night have I sung of him, though I knew him not: night after night have I told his story to the stars, and now I see him. His hair is dark as the hyacinth-blossom, and his lips are red as the rose of his desire; but passion has made his face like pale ivory, and sorrow has set her seal upon his brow.” “The Prince gives a ball to-morrow night,” murmured the young Student, “and my love will be of the company. If I bring her a red rose she will dance with me till dawn. If I bring her a red rose, I shall hold her in my arms, and she will lean her head upon my shoulder, and her hand will be clasped in mine. But there is no red rose in my garden, so I shall sit lonely, and she will pass me by. She will have no heed of me, and my heart will break.”

“Here indeed is the true lover,” said the Nightingale. “What I sing of, he suffers–what is joy to me, to him is pain. Surely Love is a wonderful thing. It is more precious than emeralds, and dearer than fine opals. Pearls and pomegranates cannot buy it, nor is it set forth in the marketplace. It may not be purchased of the merchants, nor can it be weighed out in the balance for gold.”

“The musicians will sit in their gallery,” said the young Student, “and play upon their stringed instruments, and my love will dance to the sound of the harp and the violin. She will dance so lightly that her feet will not touch the floor, and the courtiers in their gay dresses will throng round her. But with me she will not dance, for I have no red rose to give her”; and he flung himself down on the grass, and buried his face in his hands, and wept.

“Why is he weeping?” asked a little Green Lizard, as he ran past him with his tail in the air.

“Why, indeed?” said a Butterfly, who was fluttering about after a sunbeam.

“Why, indeed?” whispered a Daisy to his neighbour, in a soft, low voice.

“He is weeping for a red rose,” said the Nightingale.

“For a red rose?” they cried; “how very ridiculous!” and the little Lizard, who was something of a cynic, laughed outright.

But the Nightingale understood the secret of the Student’s sorrow, and she sat silent in the oak-tree, and thought about the mystery of Love.

Suddenly she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She passed through the grove like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed across the garden.

In the centre of the grass-plot was standing a beautiful Rose-tree, and when she saw it she flew over to it, and lit upon a spray.

“Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.”

But the Tree shook its head.

“My roses are white,” it answered; “as white as the foam of the sea, and whiter than the snow upon the mountain. But go to my brother who grows round the old sun-dial, and perhaps he will give you what you want.”

So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing round the old sun-dial.

“Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.”

But the Tree shook its head.

“My roses are yellow,” it answered; “as yellow as the hair of the mermaiden who sits upon an amber throne, and yellower than the daffodil that blooms in the meadow before the mower comes with his scythe. But go to my brother who grows beneath the Student’s window, and perhaps he will give you what you want.”

So the Nightingale flew over to the Rose-tree that was growing beneath the Student’s window.

“Give me a red rose,” she cried, “and I will sing you my sweetest song.”

But the Tree shook its head.

“My roses are red,” it answered, “as red as the feet of the dove, and redder than the great fans of coral that wave and wave in the ocean-cavern. But the winter has chilled my veins, and the frost has nipped my buds, and the storm has broken my branches, and I shall have no roses at all this year.” “One red rose is all I want,” cried the Nightingale, “only one red rose! Is there no way by which I can get it?”

“There is away,” answered the Tree; “but it is so terrible that I dare not tell it to you.”

“Tell it to me,” said the Nightingale, “I am not afraid.”

“If you want a red rose,” said the Tree, “you must build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with your own heart’s-blood. You must sing to me with your breast against a thorn. All night long you must sing to me, and the thorn must pierce your heart, and your life-blood must flow into my veins, and become mine.”

“Death is a great price to pay for a red rose,” cried the Nightingale, “and Life is very dear to all. It is pleasant to sit in the green wood, and to watch the Sun in his chariot of gold, and the Moon in her chariot of pearl. Sweet is the scent of the hawthorn, and sweet are the bluebells that hide in the valley, and the heather that blows on the hill. Yet Love is better than Life, and what is the heart of a bird compared to the heart of a man?”

So she spread her brown wings for flight, and soared into the air. She swept over the garden like a shadow, and like a shadow she sailed through the grove.

The young Student was still lying on the grass, where she had left him, and the tears were not yet dry in his beautiful eyes.

“Be happy,” cried the Nightingale, “be happy; you shall have your red rose. I will build it out of music by moonlight, and stain it with my own heart’s-blood. All that I ask of you in return is that you will be a true lover, for Love is wiser than Philosophy, though she is wise, and mightier than Power, though he is mighty. Flame- coloured are his wings, and coloured like flame is his body. His lips are sweet as honey, and his breath is like frankincense.”

The Student looked up from the grass, and listened, but he could not understand what the Nightingale was saying to him, for he only knew the things that are written down in books.

But the Oak-tree understood, and felt sad, for he was very fond of the little Nightingale who had built her nest in his branches.

“Sing me one last song,” he whispered; “I shall feel very lonely when you are gone.”

So the Nightingale sang to the Oak-tree, and her voice was likewater bubbling from a silver jar.

When she had finished her song the Student got up, and pulled a note-book and a lead-pencil out of his pocket.

“She has form,” he said to himself, as he walked away through the grove–”that cannot be denied to her; but has she got feeling? I am afraid not. In fact, she is like most artists; she is all style, without any sincerity. She would not sacrifice herself for others. She thinks merely of music, and everybody knows that the arts are selfish. Still, it must be admitted that she has some beautiful notes in her voice. What a pity it is that they do not mean anything, or do any practical good.” And he went into his room, and lay down on his little pallet-bed, and began to think of his love; and, after a time, he fell asleep.

And when the Moon shone in the heavens the Nightingale flew to the Rose-tree, and set her breast against the thorn. All night long she sang with her breast against the thorn, and the cold crystal Moon leaned down and listened. All night long she sang, and the thorn went deeper and deeper into her breast, and her life-blood ebbed away from her.

She sang first of the birth of love in the heart of a boy and a girl. And on the top-most spray of the Rose-tree there blossomed a marvellous rose, petal following petal, as song followed song. Pale was it, at first, as the mist that hangs over the river–pale as the feet of the morning, and silver as the wings of the dawn. As the shadow of a rose in a mirror of silver, as the shadow of a rose in a water-pool, so was the rose that blossomed on the topmost spray of the Tree.

But the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. “Press closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, “or the Day will come before the rose is finished.”

So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and louder and louder grew her song, for she sang of the birth of passion in the soul of a man and a maid.

And a delicate flush of pink came into the leaves of the rose, like the flush in the face of the bridegroom when he kisses the lips of the bride. But the thorn had not yet reached her heart, so the rose’s heart remained white, for only a Nightingale’s heart’s-blood can crimson the heart of a rose.

And the Tree cried to the Nightingale to press closer against the thorn. “Press closer, little Nightingale,” cried the Tree, “or the Day will come before the rose is finished.”

So the Nightingale pressed closer against the thorn, and the thorn touched her heart, and a fierce pang of pain shot through her. Bitter, bitter was the pain, and wilder and wilder grew her song, for she sang of the Love that is perfected by Death, of the Love that dies not in the tomb.

And the marvellous rose became crimson, like the rose of the eastern sky. Crimson was the girdle of petals, and crimson as a ruby was the heart.

But the Nightingale’s voice grew fainter, and her little wings began to beat, and a film came over her eyes. Fainter and fainter grew her song, and she felt something choking her in her throat.

Then she gave one last burst of music. The white Moon heard it, and she forgot the dawn, and lingered on in the sky. The red rose heard it, and it trembled all over with ecstasy, and opened its petals to the cold morning air. Echo bore it to her purple cavern in the hills, and woke the sleeping shepherds from their dreams. It floated through the reeds of the river, and they carried its message to the sea.

“Look, look!” cried the Tree, “the rose is finished now”; but the Nightingale made no answer, for she was lying dead in the long grass, with the thorn in her heart.

And at noon the Student opened his window and looked out.

“Why, what a wonderful piece of luck!” he cried; “here is a red rose! I have never seen any rose like it in all my life. It is so beautiful that I am sure it has a long Latin name”; and he leaned down and plucked it.

Then he put on his hat, and ran up to the Professor’s house with the rose in his hand.

The daughter of the Professor was sitting in the doorway winding blue silk on a reel, and her little dog was lying at her feet.

“You said that you would dance with me if I brought you a red rose,” cried the Student. “Here is the reddest rose in all the world. You will wear it to-night next your heart, and as we dance together it will tell you how I love you.”

But the girl frowned.

“I am afraid it will not go with my dress,” she answered; “and, besides, the Chamberlain’s nephew has sent me some real jewels, and everybody knows that jewels cost far more than flowers.”

“Well, upon my word, you are very ungrateful,” said the Student angrily; and he threw the rose into the street, where it fell into the gutter, and a cart-wheel went over it.

“Ungrateful!” said the girl. “I tell you what, you are very rude; and, after all, who are you? Only a Student. Why, I don’t believe you have even got silver buckles to your shoes as the Chamberlain’s nephew has”; and she got up from her chair and went into the house.

“What a silly thing Love is,” said the Student as he walked away. “It is not half as useful as Logic, for it does not prove anything, and it is always telling one of things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true. In fact, it is quite unpractical, and, as in this age to be practical is everything, I shall go back to Philosophy and study Metaphysics.”

So he returned to his room and pulled out a great dusty book, and began to read.

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I hurt myself,
So I can feel alive.

The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love,
Love someone else in return.

Don’t say you love me unless you really mean it,
Cause I might do something crazy like believe it.

Feels like you could kiss my imperfections away,
And I would stand by your side until the sun turns the sky.

I swear to you on everything I am,
And I dedicate to you all that I have,
And I promise you that I will stand right by your side,
Forever and always, until the day I die.

I’m not crying over what you said;
It’s what you didn’t say that hurts the most.

The worst thing a guy can do to a girl is to make her fall for him with no intentions of catching her.

Love is when hurting him would hurt you more.

One night, the moon said to me, “If he makes you cry, why don’t you leave him?” I paused for a while and then looked back to the moon and said, “Moon, will you ever leave your sky?”

Love is giving someone the power to destroy you but trusting them not to.

What hurts more than losing you is knowing that you’re not fighting to keep me.

Tears are words from the heart that can’t be spoken.

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