When I was poor, I was rich because I was happy; when I was wealthy, I was poor because I was sad.

People have been telling so many lies. At the end you won't believe the simple truth.

Rain is just God weeping for Earth’s troubles.

The universe acknowledges the value of your tears; for when it rains, it is shedding its own.

Your memory feels like home to me.So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them – from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs…..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you … with no contact at all.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief….Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air…. touching your skin…… Saying goodbye….The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

He was both everything I could ever want…And nothing I could ever have…

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand.And when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.Love Always,The girl you loved once.

I have poured my heart out ….And now I am empty.

The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.

I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

Every quote, every book, every film seemed to suggest that ‘one day’ someone would come into my life and love me with an intensity and a passion I had never experienced before. And to their credit they were right; It all came and went so fast it really did feel as if it were just ‘one day’....

He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.

It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again.It was the look that gave him away.I’d know that look anywhere…It used to be my everything.

Like so many others my story begins with that same old line…. ‘So anyway, there was this guy….’ Until one day…. there wasn’t.And nothing was ever the same after that….

Though life has fated that we never cross paths again, don’t ever feel alone. For we are parallel …. and I will always be by your side.

Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it... I just have to live it

It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign.I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….

I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.

It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us.Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.

How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.

In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together…You took my heart …. and I had nothing…

They say “Follow your heart”….…. But I can’t follow you where you’re going…

They say the truth hurts. And these words hurt more than any I have ever written. But they are the truth – The cold, hard, undeniable truth.Not letting go doesn’t keep him with you.It’s still over. He’s still gone.… And nothing will ever change that.

Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. except maybe a little colder….But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.

It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

I don’t think you ever really understood….…. All the love I had in the world went to you.

How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I’d known…. I would have searched for you endlessly.If only I’d found you before it was already too late.

When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.

With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything.It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp.But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.

I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.

Our parting was like a stalemate….Neither of us won. Yet both of us lost.And worse still … that unshakable feeling that nothing was ever really finished.

Though I never really had you….… to me you will always be the one that got away.

You’re everything to me. But at best, I’m just a memory to you.

A kiss….….. is just a kiss….Until it’s all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)

You can miss places. You can miss people.Just know that what you’re really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again…. see them again…. you can’t go back.They’re not the same.You’re not the same.The loss of them changed you.

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart.How can you?He has it.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge.I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness.I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did.I just loved you because you’re you.

It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.

I try to do something positive – I socialise more…But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.

It’s just never going to get any easier is it. It’s never going away, this missing you. It’s going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself – along with all the other sadnesses – and quietly carry around with me forever…

For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.

There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought…‘I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man’.And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.

How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?

Deep down, I think everybody wants to be ‘the one’ to someone. I don’t know if I’ve ever been that person to anyone else – but I do know you are that person to me. You are the one. The only one. And you always will be.

You loved him enough to let him leave… Now you need to love yourself enough to let him go.

Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…

I search for love frantically... and quitting at the last moment by making excuse for myself that I've tried

the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.

A person tied to the world of sorrows can return to nature for inspiration. Nature provides solace to troubled hearts.

The Bravest Thing I Ever Did Was Continuing My Life When I Wanted To Die.

You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?

Today is just another day of trying to get by without you.

If you are sad, love will make you happy; afraid, love will make you brave; weak, love will make you strong; and broken, love will make you whole.

The only regret I have is that I couldn't teach you a lesson in humanity and humility. A mother should not depend on his son and that's the one mistake I committed.

Love makes you strong when others are weak, brave when others are scared, hopeful when others are despairing and cheerful when others are sad.

I feel the pain—everywhere.

It is easier to wipe a thousand tears from your eyes than to wipe a single tear from your soul.

Love does these three things effectively: multiplies joy, divides trouble, subtracts grief, and adds peace.

The best couples share the load, divide the grief, and add to the peace, thereby multiplying joy.

As I looked out at the water, I realized there was nowhere to go, nowhere left to run. And I just had to stay here facing this terrible truth. I felt, as more tears fell, just how tired I was, a tiredness that had nothing to do with the hour. I was tired of running from this, tired of pretending that things were okay when they had never, ever been less okay.

Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing.

At the end of every dark storm is a bright rainbow.

I love death because life hates me.

The lightest weight anyone can carry on life’s journey is hope.

If the sky had no tears, the world would have no rainbows.

Worry makes you weaker, regret makes you sadder, hate makes you angrier, but hope makes you stronger, and love makes you happier.

Thoughts can only hurt you with your permission, feelings can only wound you with your consent, experiences can only damage you with your authorization; life can only ruin you with your approval.

When perplexed, God appears to you in the form of wisdom; when troubled, in the form of peace; when sad, in the form of joy; when heartbroken, in the form of love.

When life’s journey is wearisome, put on hope’s shoes.

The bad chapters of your life lead to the good ones if you keep turning the pages.

When night comes do not despair; rejoice instead and say to yourself, “At least now I can see the stars.

Today’s storms usher in tomorrow’s sunshine.

Your deepest scars tell the world of your greatest triumphs.

Culture is an identity and identity is a weapon which can work its way around strong foundations decaying them from the inside with the help of wrecking beliefs known as superstitions. However, every culture must have a superstition without which its uniqueness is lost.

Count your smiles, not your frowns.

If you are going through hell, keep walking until you reach heaven.

Harsh winters precede pleasant springs.

Life hands us storms so we can paint rainbows.

The dark skies of despair are no match for the bright skies of hope.

I didn’t want to fall in love. Looking at you gave me chills and kissing you made my knees weak. You made flowers grow and fill the space in my lungs which made it impossible for me to breathe. I’m trying to drench the memories and the blood that once pumped through my veins has been replaced with alcohol. My teeth has shattered from all the whiskey bottles and every morning I awake to throw up the poison I swallowed the night before as a hopeless attempt to forget the taste of your lips. I keep hearing the sound of your voice calling out my name as if it’s something I’m not allowed to forget.

A tree does not despair when its fruit falls to the ground, because it knows in due time, its seeds will rise.

A storm is an artist who passes by on her way to paint your rainbow.

Don't pluck a rose's petals and then ask the rose why it is sad.

Watering a dead flower will not bring it back to life.

Love that brings you sorrow is better than hate that brings you joy.

Today's tears sweep the road to tomorrow's blessings.

Your greatest highs come from overcoming your greatest lows.

Your deepest valleys lead you to your highest mountaintops.

Like a deep sad noteplayed beneath the oceanwaving through the orbthe memories of youthe bittersweet echoesinfixed forever in my heart

An emotionally locked person refuses to let go of their sad memories and live in the now.

The monsters were neverunder my bed.Because the monsterswere inside my head.I fear no monsters,for no monsters I see.Because all this timethe monster has been me.

It’s a poem, of our love, that doesn’t rhyme. A story, never meant to have, a happy end.

Hope is a better friend than despair.

The soul's hands carry the heart's burdens.

The heart smiles when the soul shines.

The soul's tears are worth more than the heart's smiles.

The worst part of breakup is when you get out of a relationship and you don't recognize yourself because it changed you.It changed something of you.

He celebrated his solitude with a frown.

For love, we live For love, we dieFor love, we dream and get ready to be lied

I've never been the most important person to anybody - not even myself.

Regret comes in four tones that operate in unison to shape our lives. First, we regret the life that we lived, the decisions we made, the words we said in anger, and enduring the shame wrought from experiencing painful failures in work and love. Secondly, we regret the life we did not live, the opportunities missed, the adventures postponed indefinitely, and the failure to become someone else other than whom we now are. American author Shannon L. Alder said, ‘One of the greatest regrets in life is being what others would want you to be, rather than being yourself.’ Third, we regret that parts of our life are over; we hang onto nostalgic feelings for the past. When we were young and happy, everything was new, and we had not yet encountered hardship. As we age and encounter painful setbacks, we experience disillusionment and can no longer envision a joyous future. Fourth, we experience bitterness because the world did not prove to be what we hoped or expected it would be.

Life is defined by time, appreciate the beauty of time;A time to plant, a time to harvest. A time to cry, a time to laugh.A time to be sad, a time to be happy. A time to be born, a time to die.

His blank face communicated an emptiness that could never be filled"- Frank Balenger

She hoped he could move on one day and find happiness. He had the luxury to try. She hoped he would su

tears swell in the wells of my eyes.love is a constant side effect of mine.

Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that'd make you want to hurl.

Even the giant lead balls are not as heavy as the two sad eyes!

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

You haven't written anything about me yet!" She said in a complaining wayHe replied in a sorrowful tone "I wish you could read my unwritten poems

You don’t have to wait for a storm to pass to paint your own rainbow.

If rocks did not persevere under heat and pressure, they would never become diamonds.

Count your summers, not your winters.

If money could buy happiness, the rich would not drown their sorrows in expensive wine.

Tears of joy are lighter than smiles of sorrow.

Love is blind, but a broken heart sees everything.

Love's whispers drown out sorrow's echoes.

My soul is crushed under the weight of tears I can’t spill.

THE FLECKS OF MY ENEMY'S BLOOD THAT STAIN THIS SUIT. THEY'RE MY PRIDE AND JOY. "THIS SUIT LOOKS WHITE BECAUSE OF THE RED OF THE BLOOD ON IT." THAT'S WHY I FIGHT.FOR YOU BIG BRO. THE AWSOMELY INSANE. TO MAKE YOU AWSOMELY HAPPY...WHETHER AT AOGIRI OR AT GOAT, I'VE FOUGHT AT THE VERY FRONT LINES. ALL THE WAY.AND TOWARDS THE END, I EVEN LEARNED A FEW NEW WORDS. I HAD FUN. IF ONLY I HAD KNOWN A FEW MORE WORDS, I'D HAVE BEEN ABLE TO TALK TO YOU MORE, BIG BRO.I THINK ABOUT THAT SOMETIMES. I DON'T THINK JUST LIVING IS THAT BIG OF A DEAL. I REALLY BELIEVE I'LL BE ABLE TO SEE YOU IF I DIE.SO I'M NOT SCARED. DEATH ISN'T THAT BAD. I HATE THE FACT THAT I LOST, THOUGHBUT YOU KNOW, BRO. I... I'M NOT SAD AT ALL.NAKI

Broken pencils still write beautiful songs.