© Love is blissful for those who have experienced the bright side of it.
© It becomes a reason of agony and indefinite pain when your heart-felt emotions are not reciprocated in the same manner you had expected.
© 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.
© 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.
© It becomes a reason of agony and indefinite pain when your heart-felt emotions are not reciprocated in the same manner you had expected.
© 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.
© 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.
© 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.
© Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
© It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.
© Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.
© Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
© I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.
