Where you used to be, there is a hole in the world, which I find myself constantly walking around in the daytime, and falling in at night. I miss you like hell. ~Edna St. Vincent Millay
[A] final comfort that is small, but not cold: The heart is the only broken instrument that works. ~T.E. Kalem
Sometimes I wish I were a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts. ~Author Unknown
God is closest to those with broken hearts. ~Jewish Saying
God can heal a broken heart, but He has to have all the pieces. ~Author Unknown
What is the opposite of two? A lonely me, a lonely you. ~Richard Wilbur
Giving up doesn't always mean you are weak; sometimes it means that you are strong enough to let go. ~Author Unknown
Sadness flies away on the wings of time. ~Jean de La Fontaine
Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again. ~Rosa Parks
I thought when love for you died, I should die. It's dead. Alone, most strangely, I live on. ~Rupert Brooke
Sadness flies on the wings of the morning and out of the heart of darkness comes the light. ~Jean Giraudoux
Sometimes, when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated. ~Lamartine
When love is lost, do not bow your head in sadness; instead keep your head up high and gaze into heaven for that is where your broken heart has been sent to heal. ~Author Unknown
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing. ~Mignon McLaughlin, The Second Neurotic's Notebook, 1966
Relationships are like glass. Sometimes it's better to leave them broken than try to hurt yourself putting it back together. ~Author Unknown
I hate the day, because it lendeth light To see all things, but not my love to see. ~Edmund Spenser
Love is like a puzzle. When you're in love, all the pieces fit but when your heart gets broken, it takes a while to get everything back together. ~Author Unknown
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away! ~Thomas Moore
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