Best 746 quotes in «love hurts quotes» category

The way the leaves on the trees tremble in the passing air is the way love reaches you, from all directions at once, mysterious, overwhelming, indescribable. To be in love is to find something you didn't know was missing.

- the way a person could change, and yet you couldn't let go of your initial conception. How the man who was once perfect for you could become trapped inside a stranger.

The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.

The world needs someone they can admire from a distance; from a very far distance.

The worst part is watching someone you love love someone else

They are telling you, you will forget about her but they are lying, because you will forget about what used to be the light of your life and you can still feel it you are in darkness after letting her go

They’d dueled in the lamplight of her kitchen that night, savaging each other with accusations that could never be recalled. Now, he couldn’t remember half of what they’d said, only the colors and lights and seething tide of fear all around them. He could still taste the acrid burn of unfairness.

They have a choice to hurt us but we have a choice to be free from pain...

They’re saying it’s Okay Sleeping on the Couch after Arguing with Her in a Stormy Night but I say you better off Rent a Room at the Nearest Motel and get a Peaceful Night Sleep than getting yourself Killed on that Cursed Couch thinking about Her Cruelty to your Noble Heart

They’re saying it’s Okay Sleeping on the Couch after Arguing with Her in a Stormy Night but I say you better off Rent a Room at the Nearest Motel and get a Peaceful Sleep than getting yourself Killed on that Cursed Couch thinking about Her Cruelty to your Noble Heart

They say love warms the soul, but it burns it sometimes, too.

They say the best type of love is unexpected, but they forgot to mention falling in love unexpectedly with someone you can't have is the most painful.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.

This girl is magic. She's wild incantations. She's that spark that lit me back to life and I'm burning for her.

This form of love is like the pain of childbirth: so intense it's hard to remember afterwards,

This unrequited love business was driving him crazy. It was a feeling that took you over, mind, body, and soul. Worse than a drug that tore apart your flesh and spirit, and without which you simply could not live.

This woman is a virus and she’s eating me alive.

Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing.

Time is a taunter of cheated hearts

Three things in life you will never have to chase: True friends, true love and your destiny!

To be in love with someone who doesn't love you back is your choice. But when you make it, don't promise to make it work. Not every promises turn fruitful.

Titus, have you ever had your heart broken?” “Oh, son. How could you ask a man who used to play the blues a question like that?” “How long does it take to go away?” “A broken heart?” “Yeah.” “There’s no precise formula, Sammy.” “Just give me an estimate.” “A good rule of thumb is at least half the time that you were in love. Or twice the time. It all just depends.

Today I saw shooting Star was looking totally like me (broken), But nothing happen to the Moon, was exactly like you

...to forget you..this girl can never do....

To excite my thoughts with your agony … To burn my soul in an explosion of hearts … To pull out my ignorance from the depth of my mind … To rush my fight with inner daemons … To torture my brain in a chaotic dance of thoughts … To cast the shadows from my little world … To feel the death of my celestial tendril (Excerpted from "Why did you come", chapter Passion)

To ease a grieving heart is the world's greatest pleasure, more so, when the heart is yours.

True love exists as long as you can truly love someone else as well.

Tristan?” He turned his face to me, and it was streaked with tears. I wanted to wipe them away, tell him that everything would be all right, but my body was locked stiff with pain. “Promise me you’ll get better,” he whispered. “Tell me you’ll grow strong again. That you’ll gallop on horseback through summer meadows. Dance in spring rains and let snowflakes melt on your tongue in winter. That you’ll travel wherever the wind takes you. That you’ll live.” He stroked my hair. “Promise me.” Confusion crept over me. “You’ll be with me, though. You’ll do those things too?” He kissed my lips, silencing my questions. “Promise me.” “No,” I said, struggling against him.. “No, you said you were coming with me. You said. You promised.” He had to be coming with me - he said he was and Tristan couldn’t lie. Wouldn’t lie. He got to his feet and stepped into the water. I tried to struggle, but he was too strong. “Tristian, no, no, no!” I tried to scream, but I couldn’t. I tried to hold on to him, but my fingers wouldn’t work. The cold of the water bit into my skin and I sobbed, terrified. “You said you would never leave me!” He stopped, the weight of his sorrow greater than any mountain. “And if I had the choice, I never would. I love you, Cécile. I will love you until the day I take my last breath and that is the truth. “ He kissed me hard. “Forgive me.

To lose such a love, is to smell the last scent of a candle before it is blown out. Such a love does not need to be relit or rekindled. It will find itself, in new days and new moments. And so, don't raise an anxious hand to relight what has already gone out. In those moments alone in the dark, you will hear the sound of your heart, pounding so hard that by its very own will, it will create a spark. Follow that light, follow that love, because that love is going to lead you within, to the true foundation of love.

Toltosi il berretto, la salutò profondamente come una principessa e se n'andò col cuore oppresso; doveva lasciarla perire. Rimase a lungo turbato, non aveva voglia di parlare con nessuno. Per quanto poco si assomigliassero, quella fiera e povera israelita gli ricordava in certo modo Lidia, la figlia del cavaliere. Amare donne come quelle era fonte di dolore. Ma per qualche tempo gli parve di non aver mai amato altre che queste due, la povera, inquieta Lidia e l'ombrosa, amara israelita.

Treated Bad, How can you trust a heart that never trusted you? How can you think that things will change in your favor where doubt was there right from the very first start?

Treat everyone with the same love and respect that you claim to give to everyone. You can't make that claim if you are judging certain people.

True Love comes only once in life with one person,if its come second time its just medicine to forget first one.

Verliefd worden moet je eigenlijk met je ogen dicht doen". - Andy Warhol Helemaal mee eens. Dan hoef je degene die je leven heeft verwoest niet steeds voor je te zien.

Two people can be perfect for each other but if the timing's wrong it's never going to work out. Bad timing is the reason that most normal people end up single. Weirdos and creeps are single cause they are weird and creepy but people like us are single because of bad timing.

Un dolore mi trafisse il cuore, come succedeva ogni volta che vedevo una ragazza che mi piaceva andarsene in direzione opposta alla mia in questo mondo troppo grande.

Unrequited love is a ridiculous state that makes you try to convince your heart of something your mind knows is a lie!

...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...

Wanaume wanaojiua kwa sababu ya mapenzi ni wanawake; wanawake wanaojiua kwa sababu ya fedha ni wanaume.

Volver. ¿Cómo se hace para volver? Se van cerrando puertas alrededor de las personas: un silencio cierra una, un gesto cierra otra; una palabra la última. El pretexto no sirve cuando quedan tensiones pendientes entre dos seres. Ni sirve la excusa, ni sirve la palabra, ni sirve el silencio. ¿Cómo volver? Todo hace defensa alrededor de ambos. Cada uno construye su propia defensa, y la construye con aquellas cosas en las que no cree. ¡Qué difícil es volver! ¡Qué difícil es vernos a nosotros mismos cuando nos oscurece la emoción! ¡Pero qué difícil! Se busca con cierta saña deliberada los hechos que pueden constituir mayor obstáculo, o aumentar la distancia. Se olvidan todos aquellos que podrían restablecer la unión. No se recuerda la mirada que contradijo la palabra, esa mirada que tenía pendiente una esperanza, y vibra intensa y pesada la palabra de rechazo. ¡Qué difícil, pero qué difícil es volver! Hubo algo íntimo que no encontró expresión, algo en abierta contradicción con la palabra, que tuvo, tal vez, miedo de ser expresada. Pero ese algo se refunde obstinadamente en el olvido, y cuando quiere asomar su tímida cabeza, se le da un golpe para que regrese al pasado, para que no entre al presente, para que no anude el porvenir.

Wanaume hujiua kwa sababu ya fedha. Wanawake hujiua kwa sababu ya mapenzi.

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, “It’s not love”, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , ‘you shouldn’t have’, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then… “If it’s not love!!

We are perfect, and we are impossible.

We all get our hearts broken. We get fucked up and throw up and we cry and listen to sad songs and say we’re never doing that again. But to be alive is to do it again. To love is to risk everything

We're like fingers on thorns, honey. We know exactly where it hurts.

We don't know what it's like not to be in love with you. We loved you the moment you looked at us, held our hand, danced dirty, kissed us. We were lost in you way before we even met, before the thought crossed your mind that you were bored and we were vaguely good-looking, interesting, exotic, fuckable. While you were weighing options, we were just hoping it wouldn't hurt too much — the fucking, or the falling in love, or the rejection. We didn’t get to choose. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)

We don't choose whom we love,” he told Maura, so gently that she knew he knew. If she wasn't going to be loved in return, she would have liked not to be pitied for it. She got neither of these wishes. “But people have this advantage over swans, to put their unwise loves aside and love another. Not me. I'm too much swan for that.

Weißt du, die Leute lügen, wenn sie sagen, nichts sei so stark wie die Liebe. Das ist eine der größten und gemeinsten Lügen überhaupt. Liebe ist nicht stark. Sie ist so verletzlich wie nur irgendwas. Und wenn wir nicht achtgeben, dann zerbricht sie wie Glas." "Aber du liebst ihn noch immer. Sogar heute noch." "Und, hilft mir das weiter? Macht mich das stärker?" Sie schüttelte den Kopf. "Es tut nur weh, das ist alles. Es tut furchtbar weh, jeden Tag und jede Nacht. Es ist auch nicht wahr, dass die Zeit alle Wunden heilt. Sie macht es schlimmer. Die Zeit macht es immer nur noch schlimmer.

Well, have you ever known someone who is nice and nasty, who makes you love them one minute and hate them the next? Who makes you feel wonderful and terrible and you never know which one it is going to be?

We might be different people now. But he still knew me better than anyone else.