To say goodbye is to die a little.
The most introspective of souls are often those that have been hurt the most.
Cynics are simply thwarted romantics.
I believed that I was approaching the end of my days without having tasted to the full any of the pleasures for which my heart thirsted...without having ever tasted that passion which, through lack of an object, was always suppressed. ...The impossibility of attaining the real persons precipitated me into the land of chimeras; and seeing nothing that existed worthy of my exalted feelings, I fostered them in an ideal world which my creative imagination soon peopled with beings after my own heart.
Every broken heart has screamed at one time or another: Why can't you see who I truly am?