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A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

ACTS OF LOVE Love is not a word Or a thought. It is the name for An action That breathes from its light. What do you DO In Love's name? And is it only done Outside In the light? Or with an inner Flame Illuminating Love's TRUE Name? I want to know. Are your actions Done by remote Or with SOUL? And when you say You love someone, Does a light go off Inside at all? What have YOU Done In the Name of LOVE? Because, Really, I want to know.

A feeling struck me one fine day that people call ‘love’, Before that my life was empty, all I had was loneliness and sorrow… I loved the way it felt being with him, for I felt up above, Now everything was complete and nothing remained hollow… That person who cupid made me fall for, was a God descended from heavens, I loved him with all I had, a true heart and a pure soul… I thought I achieved the meaning of life, never did I felt so glad, But when he left me amidst a chaos, I had no one with me to console… I cried, it hurt, I wept and screamed, everyone called me ‘mad’, And still I wonder if in my life, that actually was his role… But a string still binds me to my past of untold vow, Some unsaid promises that linger between us even now, Although I don’t know where he went after that fateful day… I still try to convince myself every day, I know how, Each moment has been tough, each day a new challenge… Each hour passed as if it was my heart that always allowed, One more day to live without him, one more day to cherish… One more day to spend without the love of my life somehow, But he doesn’t know that one day, the girl herself would perish… Who loved him and lived each day of her life in his wait, For the man who never returned, for the man who wasn’t in her fate…

A felicidade é amar e talvez colher pequenas aproximações ilusórias da pessoa amada.

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?

All I'd done for the past ten years was talk about it. I was sick of talking...sick of analyzing...sick of reliving it...sick of the screaming in my head that replayed over and over like a song stuck on repeat.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.

Although she was beautiful, he knew that that wasn’t enough anymore.

A man of God who falls in love with a woman who worships idols will turn him to a zombie.

A man who rejects you is simply clearing the way for the One you deserve.

A moment in heaven and a lifetime in hell, that’s the story of my life.

And I, could I stand by And see you freeze, Without my right of frost, Death's privilege?

And Nurd, who had never had a mother and father, and who had never loved or been loved, marvelled at the ways in which feeling so wonderful could also leave one open to so much pain. In a strange way, he envied Samuel even that. He wanted to care about someone so much that it could hurt.

And the answer is yes. I have loved you. I always have, and I always will.

And then I realized that love is like a helium balloon. You know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold it by its strings? No matter how much I tried to break my string, the balloon always remained there. Know why? Because maybe unknown to yourself, you were holding a couple of strings as well

And this, my friends, is how love f*cks up your life.

And when I looked outside the window, something inside of me churned, swallowing hard I looked up and saw blue. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the tears and emotions that were swelling inside of me. And then I realized, the only time that I could feel anything at all, was when I could feel him.

A new beginning is better than an old ending

A person who is too proud in love will suffer from the devastating bitterness in the end.

A relationship will only go as far as you both want it to.

Are you coming back to campus or you sticking around here with the prick?

Are you scared of me now?” She wanted the truth. “More than ever.” He had lowered his guard, putting himself at her mercy, because running away had only served to make him understand that he could never run away from who he was.

as he slipped his fingers beneath the waistband of my panties, looking into my eyes like I truly was the light of his life—like I was his moon and stars, and even the earth—I only felt one thing. The raw, twisted love we once shared.

Asher said, "Does it really ever go anywhere?" "Does what?" "Love. Does it vanish?" Yale looked at his own hand, resting on the dashboard to keep himself stead whenever Asher braked suddenly. "I mean, we never want it to. But it does, doesn't it?" Asher said, "I think that's the saddest thing in the world, the failure of love. Not hatred, but the failure of love.

As I observed him sitting there, a heavy look in his eyes, I longed to reach behind that barrier and pull out the warm, sensitive, passionate man I knew was trapped inside. There was nothing worse than feeling someone’s potential.

A thin, polished woman walks in. She sticks out immediately in her expensive looking navy dress, shiny bag and shoes that probably cost more than I make in a month. My breath leaves me when I see that her arm is draped around a younger version of herself. That hair, it's pulled back way too tight now, but I'd run my hands through it a thousand times before. That face, now in layer of makeup that makes her look older than I remember, I'd held it in my calloused hands and kissed those lips goodbye over a year ago. She said she'd never see me again and I learned to accept that. She destroyed me, and I'd moved on. No. Not her. She's not from here anymore. I don't know who that person is anymore.

A veces la parte más difícil de existir sin tus seres queridos era recordar cómo respirar.

A woman can only stay in love with a man for as long as she continues loving herself when she's with him. As soon as she starts to hate who she has become while in the relationship, she will move heaven and earth to end it. Does she get hurt? Definitely. It doesn't mean that she wants to leave her love for him has faded or diminished. However, just like the most basic rule of human existence, you cannot continue giving what you do not have.

A woman might save him from a heart attack, but she'll kill him in every other way.

Balsa seemed invincible, endowed with powers no other warrior could match, but in her profile he could glimpse the shadow of a young girl, hurt and buffeted by a cruel and hopeless fate. If he had never experienced what it was like to be at the mercy of fate himself, he would not have noticed, but now he could see it with unbearable, heartrending clarity.

...Because love is confusing and strange and difficult and uncomfortable and unbelievable inconvenient. But above all, love is transcendent.

Because when you cared about people, you handed them a little piece of your heart, and with those hands, they had the power to cause pain.

Before you leave me again, tell me, so I can let you know if I’m ready to watch you go...

Besides, those whose suffering is due to love are, as we say of certain invalids, their own physicians. As consolation can come to them only from the person who is the cause of their grief, and as their grief is an emanation from that person, it is there, in their grief itself, that they must in the end find a remedy: which it will disclose to them at a given moment, for as long as they turn it over in their minds this grief will continue to show them fresh aspects of the loved, the regretted creature, at one moment so intensely hateful that one has no longer the slightest desire to see her, since before finding enjoyment in her company one would have first to make her suffer, at another so pleasant that the pleasantness in which one has invested her one adds to her own stock of good qualities and finds in it a fresh reason for hope.

Be the love of your love, not the slave of your love.

Be to, tas skausmas truko neilgai. Kaip minėjau, turiu stiprų savisaugos instinktą. Man pavyko išstumti Veroniką iš širdies ir iš gyvenimo

bueno, hay una chica, llevo enamorado de ella desde que tengo uso de razón, pero estoy bastante seguro de que ella no sabia nada de mi hasta la cosecha.

[...] but for the first time ever, I finally had it in me and I wanted to live. He had taught me well indeed.

But I knew what it said. That I could be imperfect, but only so much. Human, but only within limits. And honest, to her or to myself, never.

But you’re right about one thing: he’s my best friend. I know him very well, and no matter what he said or did tonight, I’ve never seen him act this way with another girl. No one,” he repeated, “except you.

Cassidy continued to rub his chest and groaned at Ollie pleadingly. “I don't like it. Make it stop.” “It's just love, sweetie. It won't kill you. I promise.” “Love totally sucks ass!” Ollie shrugged nonchalantly. “Perhaps I'm wrong. Maybe you're having a heart attack.” Cassidy glanced back up, hopeful. “You think?” Ollie shook his head. “You're one sick bitch.

Cerca di ricordare il momento in cui tutte le stupide innocenti cose che hai pensato della vita e dell'amore, tutte le cose che pensavi importassero, tutte le cose che pensavi fossero vere... cerca di ricordare quando si sono trasformate in bugie. -Kyle

Chaos within destiny. It was the definition of our love.

Choose to love. Every time you choose to love instead of withdrawing in hurt you build a bridge instead of building a wall.

Cinta nggak akan buat kamu berpaling. Kamu akan tetap memandangnya tanpa menoleh ke siapa pun.

Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti.

Côte à côte sans nous toucher, l'amour épuisé, et sachant tous deux que demain ne sera pas une autre journée, mais la même, jusqu'à ce que quelque chose cède au-delà de tout espoir.

Dancing in the nights with her was magical and so romantic but crying in the nights after losing her was catastrophic and painful , man I do miss her

Days will come baby days will go, but time will always show that my love was true to you.

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.