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I’m slowly dying on the inside. And I don’t know how to make it stop.

Happiness would be meaningless if sadness didn’t exist.

Breaking someone’s trust is like crumpling up a perfect piece of paper. You can smooth it over but it’s never going to be the same again.

If you’re betrayed, release disappointment at once. By that way, the bitterness has no time to take root.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

You can’t buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

I wonder if I could take back every ‘I love you’ ever said to you, would I do it?

It is better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all.

The walls we build around us to keep sadness out also keeps out the joy.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.