Broken Heart

                                                             BROKEN HEART 
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Love never dies a natural death….Love dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. Love dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. Love dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishing.
By - George Eliot 

Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.
By - Curtis Judalet

Keep your dreams alive and understand to achieve anything requires faith and belief in yourself, vision, hard work, determination, and dedication. Remember all things are possible for those who believe.
By - Kazuo Ishiguro

But why do you suddenly feel so out of place? You feel totally out of sorts. For the moment, it may even feel like that you're never going to emerge from your sadness. You might feel that life is over and there's no meaning left for you.
By - Denis Johnson 

It's a matter of time. It's a matter of time before normalcy returns. Though the love is lost, but your love will carry on and please remember that you do have the capacity for greater love.
By - Charles Dickens 

There are times when I cant decide whether to see you or not, I want to see you because I miss you but there are times when I dont want to see you because everytime I do, the fact that you dont see me the way that I see you hurts me even more ...
By - Margaret Atwood

It's so curious: one can resist tears and 'behave' very well in the hardest hours of grief. But then someone makes you a friendly sign behind a window, or one notices that a flower that was in bud only yesterday has suddenly blossomed, or a letter slips from a drawer... and everything collapses.
By - Jane Austen

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 witherings, of tarnishings.
By - Scott Fitzgerald