You know hearts of pain can never heal as long as we live. Just talking about it is hard for me all the time. Every day, whenever I pray, I have to pray for him, and I cry. The place that emptied will always be empty.

Oh yes, for sure, there will be heartbreak! And you will learn to get out of your head and into your immediate embodied experience, coming out of mental stories and conclusions, and contacting the raw energy of the here and now, directly feeling the devastation of your dreams rather than intellectualizing everything away, letting the grief, anger, and sorrow of millennia surge through your pores, rather than dismissing it all as an “illusion,” or distracting yourself with fresh dreams.

And thus the heart will break, yet brokenly live on.

When your soulmate cries your heart weeps.

It's easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.

The broken heart. You think you will die, but you just keep living, day after day after terrible day.

...and for the first time in her life the tears that had always seemed to flow so easily, had always been there, eager to soothe any loss or ache, had refused to come, and somehow, that had been the most frightening thing of all.

Used 'em all up on trifling shit, and now there's nothing left to cry. Like something her mother used to say or maybe a schoolteacher had said a long time ago. Stop bawling or someday you won't be able to cry, someone you love will die and you won't ever be able to stop hurting.

"He cried that night for all that he had lost, but he would say it taught him a valuable lesson: that holding on to things "will only break your heart.

Christ, you know it ain't easy You know how hard it can be. The way things are going, they're going to crucify me.

It will grieve me so to the heart, that I shall cry my eyes out.

On the words of Ps. 21:3: "O My God, I shall cry day by day, and Thou wilt not hear".

Always knowing you're going to die
And until then knowing you've got to live.

Sometimes, for the soul to thrive, the heart needs to be broken, son.

Quando nos deixamos cativar, é certo e sabido que algum dia alguma coisa nos há de fazer chorar.