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I'd like to give you my heart, but since that might be inconvenient, I've brought you someone else's.
I never wanted but your heart
that gone, you have nothing more to give.
You be greater than your feelings. I don't demand this of you - life does. Otherwise you'll be washed away by feelings. You'll be washed out to sea and never seen again.
Unspoken feelings are unforgettable.
Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned
By those who are not entirely beautiful.
But miserable most, to love unloved? This you should pity rather than despise
It was my tongue that swore; my heart is unsworn.
Feelings are not to be suppressed or fixed - they're to be acknowledged.
More than feelings can express,
Are some words to take your heart away!
Everyone is broken-hearted except for the drastically unimaginative
I was infatuated once with a foolish, besotted affection, that clung to him in spite of his unworthiness, but it is fairly gone now
wholly crushed and withered away; and he has none but himself and his vices to thank for it.
Our capacity for wholeheartednes s can never be greater than our willingness to be broken-hearted.
I can hear your angered silence,
Taste your bitterness.
Now I smell your vengeance,
Yet see your lonely emptiness.
I am your broken heart.
The ostentation of our love, which, left unshown, is often left unloved.
I've fixed my feelings into durable words
when they could have been spent on tenderness
A complaining tongue reveals an ungrateful heart.
I felt a familiar squeezing in what I thought must be my heart. I had heard of being "heartbroken" or "heavy-hearted" but I had never known it was an actual sensation one felt when the whole world abandons you.
I can not bear to see such woes of the heart in the eyes of my beloved.
With an undefended heart, we can fall in love with life over and over every day. We can become children of wonder, grateful to be walking on earth, grateful to belong with each other and to all of creation. We can find our true refuge in every moment, in every breath.
Umbed by disappointment and betrayal, like a child who had been awakened suddenly from a summer dream about christmas morning.
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
The human heart has a sigh lonelier than the cry of the bittern.
A wounded heart needs aloof.
Only unfulfilled love can be romantic
Better to be disliked than pitied.
Kindered spiritsm Best when near it, Near the closest hand, Sounds heard loudest bland. Never near heart and soul... Emotions of love lost as whole, how can love be blind?... Leaving me scoreless and behind. Behind the eight ball of love and hate. Hath me angriest than thou irrate.
My feelings for you...are like the stillness of the sand...they make no sound...as they're washed away.
I Know, I Alone I know, I alone How much it hurts, this heart With no faith nor law Nor melody nor thought. Only I, only I And none of this can I say Because feeling is like the sky - Seen, nothing in it to see.
Gratitude is one of the least articulate of the emotions, especially when it is deep.
I'm not heartless - my heart is just hardened, while the rest of me is hollow.
The most painful love there is, is the love left unshown
A love that cannot be expressed, affection left unknown
The love that withholds touching,afraid of what it would say
And the most painful thing about unexpressed love is..,
it never fades away
The reduction of anguish to Hallmark-card hurt. The
I lamented in every gathering;
I associated with those in bad or happy circumstances.
(But) everyone became my friend from his (own) opinion;
he did not seek my secrets from within me.
My secret is not far from my lament,
but eyes and ears do not have the light (to sense it.
I thought you might supply some tenderness
I lacked
But out of all the things I offered you took my
breath away
and now I want it back
It's very difficult sometimes to put into words one's feelings, especially when one
is not quite certain what those feelings are. (Catherine)
I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.
Sentimentality is a failure of feeling. p.903
There is nothing in the whole world so painful as feeling that one is not liked.
You may be sorry that you spoke, sorry you stayed or went, sorry you won or lost, sorry so much was spent. But as you go through life, you'll find - you're never sorry you were kind.
Bitter, too, to be forced to acknowledge in one's heart how little love has to do with kindness.
Now no joy but lacks salt That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love, The sweet of bitter bark And burning clove.
Sympathy wanting, all is wanting; its personal magnetism is the conductor of the sacred spark that lights our atoms, puts us m human communion, and gives us to company, conversation, and ourselves.
Unchanged hearts are unled spirits.
There is anguish in the recollection that we have not adequately appreciated the affection of those whom we have loved and lost.
Unlooked-for kindness can cut deep as cruelties if they come at the wrong time.
Nothing can unman you like an un-man.
My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. It now felt as it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it.
I know we will never be more than friends, but my heart is relentless. And a traitor. It abandoned me that day on the porch, leaving me to suffer in silence with my unrequited crush.
But I pushed the feelings down, locked them inside my aching heart,
A truly unselfish act is not mine, but God's. It cannot be obstructed. Only for my own plans, my own wishes to study, to work, to rest, eat, or do a service to my fellowman- can some external circumstance "get in the way," and then I am grieved.
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.
Yet love me
wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,
And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.
Pity is an emotion equally unpleasant to the bestower as to the recipient.
True love will not brook reserve; it feels undervalued and outraged, when even the sorrows of those it loves are concealed from it.
To be without sympathy is to be alone in the world
without friends or country, home or kindred.
Tears are words the heart cannot express
No care and no sorrow,
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
It sometimes happens that what you feel is not returned for one reason or another-but that does not make your feeling less valuable and good.
All the broken hearts in the world still beat
Like flowers to a bee, feelings are the silent language of the heart.
But feelings can't be ignored, no matter how unjust or ungrateful they seem.
Unreturned love is like a meal with only one participant.
I did not like this feeling of having feelings.
The tear-stained letters of my regret will remain forever unread, for I am never going to be strong enough to give them to you.
A forced kindness deserves no thanks
...being in love. It was not an emotion that could be willed away when it became too arduous to bear. It clung tight with the tenacity of a stubborn clam, forcing its victim to face the pain (Adam Ashworth).
It is characteristic to believe that those in need are given to, that the squeaky hinge is the one that gets the oil, but in the realm of emotions this is not so. It is the person who does not solicit liking and love, admiration and respect, sympathy and empathy to whom they are freely given.
I felt my true, unworthy self to be far away from his clutching grasp, hidden from his admiring gaze.
Life would be a darned sight simpler if feelings were as easy to patch up as a piece of sailcloth.
Kindness is in our power, even when fondness is not.
I experienced unrequited love early.
I ache to cry ... ache so much, it takes my breath away.
What the mind cannot accept, the heart can finally never adore.
I don't want that love that is sparingly given
for it makes me to feel like a rose already shriveled.
still loved but deprived of grace
I'm sorry for the anguished hearts that break with passion's strain, But I'm sorrier for the poor starved souls that never knew love's pain, Who hunger on through barren years not tasting joys they crave, For sadder far is such a lot than weeping o'er a grave.
Unrequited love is the best kind of all. But I can tell you with certainty, Robbie, that the other kind of love, the kind I received from your father for more than two decades, is far more necessary.
Pity. What a useless emotion when you don't act on it. Pity is supposed to trigger compassion.
Me rather had my heart might feel your love
Than my unpleased eye see your curtesy.
She felt as if she bled her regret and loneliness from her very pores, and yet she could not shape those feelings into any sentiment she could imagine her parents could bear reading.
Words are impotent to describe certain emotions.
I did not feel a bit sorry for my father. He seemed to me to be the victim of his own foolish sentimentality. The
The heart become weight if no one bring or get a lovable feelings.
By the time I realized I even had a heart at all, it already belonged to you.
Some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. Some things are so sad that only your soul can do the crying for them.
All my life, up until that moment, I'd had a warm, protective blanket wrapped around me, knitted of aunts and uncles, purled of first and second and third cousins, knot-tied with grandmas and grandpas and greats. That blanket had just dropped from my shoulders. I felt cold, lost and alone.
Silent sobbing. No one sees.
Weeping like the willow trees.
Feel my heart about to pop.
Need to make the aching stop.
See moon's shimmer softly pass.
On the shards of broken glass.
Feelings are wonderful decorations, but they are not a foundation to build on.
WORDS IN THE HEART CANNOT BE TAKEN.
There is not a single heart but has its moments of longing.
I feel you in my heart,and I don't even know you.
Deep in my heart subsides the infrequent word, And there dies slowly throbbing like a wounded bird.
I was glad to be tenderly remembered, to be gently pitied, not to be quite forgotten.
The kindest word in the world is the unkind word left unsaid.
Sentimentality is the emotional promiscuity of those who have no sentiment.
Feelings are murky, contrived and confusing. And the worst thing about them is no matter how hard you try, you can never sort them. They tangle more and more with thinking.
Brokenness a result of bitterness.
Unfruitful emotion is to be suspected. Feeling acts as an impulse, as a spur, as a spring, and when feelings are excited, and they put nothing forward, they are sometimes even dangerous to a man.
Pity enlarges the heart.
Let a kind word warm you when your thoughts turn cold