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.
A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else.
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.
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.
Don't doubt yourself, that's what haters are for.
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.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.
You are the answer to every prayer I've offered. You are a song, a dream, a whisper, and I don't know how I could have lived without you for as long as I have.
If you like her, if she makes you happy, and if you feel like you know her - then don't let her go.
I love you. Remember. They cannot take it
I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.
The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it's over.
It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.
Look after my heart - I've left it with you.
You can't measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.
- How do you spell "love"? - You don't spell it...you feel it.
How can I be reasonable? To me our love was everything and you were my whole life. It is not very pleasant to realize that to you it was only an episode.
Missing someone, they say, is self-centered. I self-center you more than ever.
You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
Men don't settle down because of the right woman. They settle down because they are finally ready for it. Whatever woman they're dating when they get ready is the one they settle down with, not necessarily the best one or the prettiest, just the one who happened to be on hand when the time got to be right. Unromantic, but still true.
Single means you are brave enough to face the glorious unknown of the unaccompanied journey.
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