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“I married my love in the springtime,
but by summer he'd locked me away.
He'd murdered me dead by the autumn,
& by winter I was naught but decay.

It's cold where I am and so lonely,
but in loneliness I will remain.
Unloved, unavenged, & forgotten,
until I am whole once again.”
― Emily Carroll, Through the Woods

“...we often mistake love for fireworks - for drama and dysfunction. But real love is very quiet, very still. It's boring, if seen from the perspective of high drama. Love is deep and calm - and constant.”
― Alex Michaelides, The Silent Patient

“There’s the sorrow of losing someone we liked, but there is also the suffering caused by the unfortunate ways a lover acted at the end which tells us about them, but not really about us. We may not be able to escape the agony of a broken heart but we can always strive to keep the suffering to a wise minimum.”
― The School of Life, Heartbreak

“One has to be wounded in order to become a healer. This is the local image of a universal mythological motif, which is described in Eliade's book about the initiation of medicine men and shamans. Nobody becomes either one or the other without first having been wounded, either cut open by the initiator and having certain magical stones inserted into his body, or a spear thrown at his neck, or some such thing. Generally, the experiences are ecstatic – stars or ghost-like demons – hit them or cut them open, but always they have to be pierced or cut apart before they become healers, for that is how they acquire the capacity for healing others.”
― Marie-Louise von Franz, The Problem of the Puer Aeternus