To be rejected by someone doesn't mean you should also reject yourself or that you should think of yourself as a lesser person. It doesn't mean that nobody will ever love you anymore. Remember that only ONE person has rejected you at the moment, and it only hurt so much because to you, that person's opinion symbolized the opinion of the whole world, of God.
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Yes, I understand why things had to happen this way. I understand his reason for causing me pain. But mere understanding does not chase away the hurt. It does not call upon the sun when dark clouds have loomed over me. Let the rain come then if it must come! And let it wash away the dust that hurt my eyes!
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We hurt so much because we have lost a part of ourselves. If we have loved much, we must have given much also, and when everything's over, we feel as though we have lost everything.
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We cannot love a person with an all accepting, transcending and encompassing love without being hurt somewhat, without being disappointed, without being failed of our expectations. We cannot love without being broken, yet we cannot continue in love without being stronger than our brokenness.
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A broken heart is just the growing pains necessary so that you can love more completely when the real thing comes along.
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I wish I was a kid again,
because skinned knees are easier
to fix then broken hearts.
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Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
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I love you crookedly because my heart's been unhinged from birth. The doctors gave me strict instructions not to fall in love: my fragile clockwork heart would never survive. But when you gave me a dose of love so powerful - far beyond my wildest dreams - that I felt able to confront anything for you, I decided to put my life in your hands.
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I didn’t say anything; I could find no words that would express the swirled chaos of emotions inside me. So I just watched him go right out the door.
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We had sun, but we asked for a rainbow. We called the drizzle, but we got heavy rains! Now it’s gone.. We are left with drizzle, waiting the sun light to pass through. When the sun shines tomorrow, only the drizzle is mine.. Rainbow is yours! And I’m deaf and you’re BLIND!
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A heart can be shared.
Who decided that a 'broken heart' was a bad thing?
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I wish you were my toe--so that I can kick all the furniture and got nothing to worry
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Love is where unseen and unsaid things
merge with each other
where silence is thirsty of happenings
