The greatest drawback to true love was that once true love unexpectedly ends there is no other romance that can replace it. Romance instead becomes a race, with one’s new beau consistently failing to meet up to the grand expectations set by the meaning of one’s existence. The only one.
Soul searching? Aren’t you a little young to even think about
Heartbreak is awful, but truth be told, if you have never had your heart broken, then you aren’t fully living. I want you to ask yourself this question because I want you to bask in the fullness of life. And in order to feel life – to experience life – you need to take risks. When you open your heart, you risk having it broken; or stated more accurately it will be broken. But do it anyway; open yourself up. If you don’t, you will never know what it means to live, to love and to be with others.
He didn’t need someone to fix the problem – there was no fixing it. He needed someone to acknowledge his feelings. Accept his pain. Agree that his heart was broken, and that it should be. And that it might stay broken for a long, long time.
A photograph may speak to the photographer’s envy or disappointment just as much as it may reveal his anger or disapproval. And even if a photograph records a joyous occasion, behind it there may still be more than a small measure of heartbreak on the part of the photographer. A small measure of heartbreak? One might think such a thing is impossible–if your heart is broken, then surely it is broken completely. Yet the truth is that we can live with a minor fault-line in the heart–most of us do, in one way or another.
The thing about heartbreak, I realized, is it’s not really about waiting for things to stop hurting before you start moving. A broken heart can and will heal in time, but for time to actually do its job, I needed to acknowledge what I had lost, and move on.
He can touch your soul. And there is a difference between having your heart break and having your soul shatter.
Pride,’ observed Mary, who piqued herself upon the solidity of her reflections, ‘is a very common failing, I believe. By all that I have ever read, I am convinced that it is very common indeed; that human nature is particularly prone to it, and that there are very few of us who do not cherish a feeling of self-complacency on the score of some quality or other, real or imaginary.
I believe that it is better to tell the truth than a lie. I believe it is better to be free than to be a slave. And I believe it is better to know than to be ignorant.
Isn’t it strange how people are selective about the truth the want to see or hear?