Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.

One's suffering, one's melancholy is, in itself, really only looked upon as failure or as punishment, as detestable or sinful or socially unacceptable in the eyes of man; but this is not so in the eyes of God: for He is close to the broken-hearted.

Such wonderful eyes you have. So big and so glossy. But little do they know that this beauty is all pain. So big with fear and so glossy with terror. All in all, it is just tears on the surface you're using all your strength to hold onto.

Wasted laughter. Wasted tears. Wasted love. That's how badly you felt. And yet, is love ever truly wasted?

We are fragile beings,yet we often act as though we couldn't be hurt,and as though we couldn't hurt other people.

There will always be a pain in 'goodbyes'. No matter how much we seem to understand everything, it breaks our hearts to ever see anything beautiful die.