My dear, find what you love and let it kill you. Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and let it devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover. Falsely yours
So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.
How many slams in an old screen door? Depends how loud you shut it. How many slices in a bread? Depends how thin you cut it. How much good inside a day? Depends how good you live 'em. How much love inside a friend? Depends how much you give 'em.
To say that one waits a lifetime for his soulmate to come around is a paradox. People eventually get sick of waiting, take a chance on someone, and by the art of commitment become soulmates, which takes a lifetime to perfect.
I think... if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.
I just wanted to tell you that I understand if you go. It’s okay if you have to leave us. It’s okay if you want to stop fighting.
Oh, Lizzy! Do anything rather than marry without affection.
Sometimes it takes a heartbreak to shake us awake, help us see we are worth so much more than we're settling for.
A busy, vibrant, goal-oriented woman is so much more attractive than a woman who waits around for a man to validate her existence.
One of the best times for figuring out who you are, what you really want out of life? Right after a break-up.
If you learn to really sit with loneliness and embrace it for the gift, that it is an opportunity to get to know you, to learn how strong you really are, to depend on no one but you for your happiness, you will realize that a little loneliness goes a long way in creating a richer, deeper, more vibrant and colourful you.
Single is an opportunity to live life on your own terms and not apologize.
Single single (adjective) - Too fabulous to settle.
Sometimes the best and worst times of your life can coincide. It is a talent of the soul to discover the joy in pain—-thinking of moments you long for, and knowing you’ll never have them again. The beautiful ghosts of our past haunt us, and yet we still can’t decide if the pain they caused us out weighs the tender moments when they touched our soul. This is the irony of love.
True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.
We ruined each other by being together. We destroyed each other’s dreams.
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.
"To douchebags!" he said, gesturing to Brad. "And to girls that break your heart," he bowed his head to me. His eyes lost focus. "And to the absolute fucking horror of losing your best friend because you were stupid enough to fall in love with her."
"Was it hard?" I ask. "Letting go? Not as hard as holding on to something that wasn't real."
I won't ever leave you, even though you're always leaving me.
Hearts can break. Yes, hearts can break. Sometimes I think it would be better if we died when they did, but we don't.
Gentle reader, may you never feel what I then felt! May your eyes never shed such stormy, scalding, heart-wrung tears as poured from mine. May you never appeal to Heaven in prayers so hopeless and so agised as in that hour left my lips: for never may you, like me, dread to be the instrument of evil to what you wholly love.
I mean, at the end of the day, what the hell does it matter who I end up with if it can't be you?
A true gentleman is one that apologizes anyways, even though he has not offended a lady intentionally. He is in a class all of his own because he knows the value of a woman's heart.
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
If you truly want to be respected by people you love, you must prove to them that you can survive without them.
You couldn't relive your life, skipping the awful parts, without losing what made it worthwhile. You had to accept it as a whole - like the world, or the person you loved.
And then he gives me a smile that just seems so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushes through me.
I could not tell you if I loved you the first moment I saw you, or if it was the second or third or fourth. But I remember the first moment I looked at you walking toward me and realized that somehow the rest of the world seemed to vanish when I was with you.
Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed.
True love is the best thing in the world, except for cough drops.
He looked so lost, so soulful, so lonely. I wanted him to kiss me now. I wanted to let him know I was his for all eternity.
I think you can only be truly mad at someone you really love.
I wish I knew how to quit you.
And yes, I’ll admit, I am jealous. I’m jealous of every minute you spend with him, of every concerned expression you send his way, of every tear shed, of every glance, every touch, and every thought. I want to rip him to pieces and purge him from your mind and from your heart. But I can’t.
If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.
Moving on is easy. It's staying moved on that's trickier.
The wind blew my words away from you. So while I told you I love you, the phrase was carried in the opposite direction and landed 333 miles away in the ears of a confused farmer. He was nice, though. He sent me a kind letter saying that while he was flattered, I wasn’t really his type.
Declarations of love amuse me. Especially when unrequited.
There is nothing on earth more beautiful to me than your smile...no sound sweeter than your laughter...no pleasure greater than holding you in my arms. I realized today that I could never live without you, stubborn little hellion that you are. In this life and the next, you’re my only hope of happiness. Tell me, dearest love...how can you have reached so far inside my heart?
Until this moment, I had not realized that someone could break your heart twice, along the very same fault lines.
Knowing how to be solitary is central to the art of loving. When we can be alone, we can be with others without using them as a means of escape.
Sometimes the things that are felt the most are expressed between two souls over the distance and over time...where no words abide. And others may speak freely, live with one another freely, express themselves freely just like everyone else, but then there is you... you have no words for proof of reassurance, no tokens of professed love, but you have something. Something worth keeping.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
I would die for you. But I won't live for you.
Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people’s sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes.
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