Philip James Bailey Quotes

The chill of what I won't feel gnaws at my present heart.

I won't disturb the slumber of feelings that have died. If I never loved I never would have cried...I am a rock.

Seems like just yesterday, you were a part of me. I used to stand so tall, I used to be so strong; your arms around me tight, everything felt so right - unbreakable, like nothing could go wrong. Now I can't breathe. No, I can't sleep; I'm barely hanging on. Here I am, once again, I'm torn into pieces. Can't deny it, can't pretend, just thought you were the one. Broken up, deep inside, but you won't get to see the tears I cry.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

Tears fall in my heart like the rain on the town.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

I understand the power of sorrow, and I understand how far it can take us from ourselves if we let it.

When you're dreaming with a broken heart, the waking up is the hardest part. You roll outta bed and down on your knees and for a moment you can hardly breathe.

If hearts could shatter, mine just did.

Crying adds something: crying is you, plus tears. But the feeling Colin had was some horrible opposite of crying. It was you, minus something. He kept thinking about one word - forever - and felt the burning ache just beneath his rib cage.

As I write, I am struggling with the ghost of someone I loved and lost. I now understand more fully the difficulties you were going through, and I realize how painful it must have been for you to move on.

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless.

Then he made one last effort to search in his heart for the place where his affection had rotted away, and he could not find it.

Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart; My silent heart, lie still and break: Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed For a dream's sake.

When I wake up, my pillow’s cold and damp with tears. But tears for what? I have no idea.

How do you go on knowing that you will never again - not ever, ever - see the person you have loved? How do you survive a single hour, a single minute, a single second of that knowledge? How do you hold yourself together?

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

Scarcely a tear to shed; Hardly a word to say; The end of a Summer's day; Sweet Love is dead.

Fretting grief the enemy of life.

Sorrow eats your heart and courage.

After a while, though, even the deepest sorrow faltered, even the most penetrating despair lost its scalpel edge.