Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Have enough courage to trust love one more time and always one more time.
In our time together, you claimed a special place in my heart, one I’ll carry with me forever and that no one can ever replace.
I love you more than my own skin and even though you don’t love me the same way, you love me anyways, don’t you? And if you don’t, I’ll always have the hope that you do, and I’m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.
Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it.
Be brave enough to break your own heart.
Eventually, you will come to understand that love heals everything, and love is all there is.
The heart wants what it wants.
Throughout my lifetime I’ve left pieces of my heart here and there. And now, there’s almost barely enough to stay alive. But I force a smile, knowing that my ambition far exceeded my talent.
Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.
Please forgive me, I know not what I do. Please forgive me, I can’t stop loving you.
Don’t fix what’s not broken.
Be still my heart; thou hast known worse than this.
Mishaps are like knives, that either serve us or cut us, as we grasp them by the blade or the handle.
I’m not alone, but I am lonely without you.
It’s the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn’t you say?
Yes, I will go. I would rather grieve over your absence than over you.
To offer a man friendship when love is in his heart is like giving a loaf of bread to one who is dying of thirst.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
You only know you love her when you let her go.