Best 70 of Sad love quotes - MyQuotes
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Ahh, love, why is it so easy to let you in, but so difficult to let you out? Why couldn’t you subsist only two-sided?
We're lonely down here," he said. "It's true. But we're not alone.
I'll love you even when I can't" "I'll love you even when I shouldn't
It would have been so easy to believe every word he said and drive off with him into the moonlight like a scene from a fairy tale. But I wasn’t meant for happily ever after in my past life, and it was starting to seem like this one wouldn’t be any different.
Parting is such sweet sorrow
Life goes on... with or without you.
Do you speak Gaelic Noah? she suddenly asked. His heart clenched. It actually hurt, as though spikes of steel had been dug into it. should I? Maybe not...
Remember this when you leave me here: that your sweetest face and loving voice, I forevermore hold dear.
If a man cries in front of you, it doesn't mean he's weak. It means that he trusts you enough to let his guard down.
Better to have loved and lost than to live with regret.
Wait," he whispered. But she didn't.
She(my love) said to me, what's the matter with you?.......I replied.....'NOTHING
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
When you care about things, it ends up wearing you out.
At what point after the word perfect was I no longer enough…
Its not just your truth, Its my bad too...
They either come back or they don’t. That’s what you tell yourself. That’s what you learn. As you go through mundane days with so much of pain beating in your chest that you feel it will explode. You strike days off your calendar, waiting, going for a run, picking up a new hobby, while trying to numb that part of your brain that refuses to forget the little details of your skin. Soon, you start sleeping in the middle of the bed, learn how to get through the evenings alone, go to cafes and cities alone, you learn how to cook enough dinner for yourself and just make do without the kisses on your neck. You learn…Adjust..Accept.. The tumor of pain already exploded one lonely night when you played his voice recording by mistake.. by mistake.. But you didn’t die.. Did you? They either come back.. or they don’t.. You survive..
Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable.
Shannon A. Thompson
He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.
A couple hours went by, and the storm began to turn back to the sea. The dark clouds rolled away, leaving white, fluffy ones in their place. We were safe, and the rock in the distance was still there. We stepped out of the car and walked over to the rock, noticing the families of seals were back again. The seals were strong and ready to make it through any storm that would fall their way. My parents’ love was still there; that is what love means. I envy that love, and I hoped to find it someday... and I did.
I fell in love with a sniper - a man whose basic training instills psychopathic tendencies. I loved a professional dehumanizer. I loved a man who lived in a world where empathy was suicide. I loved a man who had to be ready to put a bullet through a toddler’s skull if necessary. I loved a man highly skilled in burying his emotions, resurrecting them if and when he chose. I loved a man who saw me as his enemy. I loved a man I was disposable to.
Rather than crying & craving for those who left our path during dark moments of our life, lets spend some time to thank them who stood and helped us to pass those dark paths.
I write you a letter that begins With I love you and ends with I love you and Somewhere in the middle is one goodbye for Every hurt
I am taking this in, slowly, Taking it into my body. This grief. How slow The body is to realize You are never coming back.
I looked for love in you! You never valued, but amidst I started valuing myself.
Try to throw away the problems comes between our love.... Instead of throwing our LOVE.....
For someone to die for the better of others, it must have been love.
Laurie Halse Anderson
I had let down my shields, that was the problem. The crazy inside Dad had infected me, weakened me so that when Finn smiled, I'd been vulnerable. I'd dropped my shields and let myself pretend that somebody like Finn would want to be with somebody like me.
Walking alone is not difficult but when we have walked a mile worth a thousand years with someone then coming back alone is what is difficult.
I died a lot to live a little with you
It's About love Someone when u love someone so much. And when we have a argument. I felt like leaving him for good. And you decided not to leave him because you love him so much. And way later we say sorry to each other and forget the argument we just had. And we could be happy, say I love you and I'm sorry that we have a argument we just had! And it's hard to let him go! And you wish that you could have him back
Me wondering why they don't say nothing about a kiss being salty as a tear.
do we love, or am i but a blue tangerine?
The actuality that the heart does not want to feel, doesn't negate the certitude that it once felt and will still feel.
han dil udaas ha magar ab na teri koi aas ha zamana chora tujhay apna banaya tu ne hamein thukraya zamana apnaya ab jab zaroorat hay mujhay zamany ki tujhay b nahi koi zarorat ab laut any ki teri in adaaon ko jan gya mein yeh wohi adat purani c masoom dilon say khelna han yeh wohi kahani c rabba tu dikha dena issy bhala rasta kahin na le bethy baduwa kisi tootay dil say ye larki jan k jo bani anjani c.........xx
Dear Lover... you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.
I was born when you kissed me.
There will never be another like the other. A mother remains like no other... the same with friends and foes. Nothing replaces the other.
There is a distinct, awful pain that comes with loving someone more than they love you.
a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand; but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon, when I don't know, if you will ever come back.
The gentlemanly Number 23 would have never made such a crude statement to a lady. But I was not a lady. Sure, I was intelligent and strong, but I dared to be wide open. I was Maggie Young, chaser of boys, writer of scandal, dropper of f-bombs, tits on a stick.
I'm afraid of waking up to a world where you see and I am not what you saw
if it was time that made me lost what we were, then i hate time...