Love Hurts Quotes - Page 10

I was always reaching for love, but it turns out love doesn't involve reaching. I was always dreaming of the big love, the ultimate love, the love that would sweep me off my feet or 'break open the hard shell of my lesser self' (Daisaku Ikeda). The love that would bring on my surrender. The love that would inspire me to give everything. As I lay there, it occurred to me that while I had been dreaming of this big love, this ultimate love, I had, without realizing it, been giving and receiving love for most of my life. As with the trees that were right in front of me, I had been unable to value what sustained me, fed me, and gave me pleasure. And as with the trees, I was so busy waiting for and imagining and reaching and dreaming and preparing for this huge big love that I had totally missed the beauty and perfection of the soft-boiled eggs and Bolivian quinoa.

I am such a classic fool, aren’t I?” “No, not a fool. Just in love,” “It’s all the same.”“No, it’s not.

We're a mess, Kate.

Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.

Its a big SHIT when someone flirts with your special somone. But its a FUCKING HELL when he cooperates!

I am no blank slate for love to write on.My heart has walls marred with cracks,bloodstains, and bullet holes;graffitied over by past lovers.

I'm the poster child for Sister-Zoned. My face pops up on so many pseudo family trees, I could start my own forest.

Oh, I wouldn't mind, hazel grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.

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?

Narcissistic love is riding on the rollecoaster of disaster filled with a heart full of tears.

Catch my heart and take my Hand to find yourself some Big Time Love.

If this constant bitter disappointment was love, then I was perfectly fine not to have anything to do with it.

We all want to be loved. And sometimes it doesn't even matter who loves us, as long as it makes us feel less alone

And you’ll miss me more as the narrowing weeks wing by. Someday duly, oneday truly, twosday newly, till whensday.

Love is a disease – ultimately you get sick of each other

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.

People say when something stops growing, it dies; I don't think it's the same with love. Even when love stops growing because there's nothing to nurtures it, it doesn't die; it just stays somewhere in a limbo.

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.

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

Jo shook her head. She wished she had an answer for Claire, but as far as she knew, love would leave its mark. Sometimes it even took the skin right off you.

I hate you for all the years I 'll have to live without you. How can a heart hurt this much and still go on beating? How can I feel this bad without dying from it?I 've bruised my knees with praying to have you back. None of my prayers have been answered. I tried to send them up to heaven but they 're trapped here on earth, like bobwhites beneath the snow. I try to sleep and it's like I 'm suffocating.Where have you gone?Once you said that if I wasn't with you, it wouldn't be heaven.I can't let go of you. Come back and haunt me. Come back.

He had not escaped the guilt, nor forgotten it, but how pale it seemed in light of all he had suffered for love of his brother and his brother's wife in these past few years.

But I believe in true love, you know? Idon’t believe that everybody gets to keep their eyes or not get sick or whatever, but everybody should have true love, and it should last at least as long as your life does.

Farewell, ungrateful traitor, Farewell, my perjured swain;Let never injured creature Believe a man again.The pleasure of possessingSurpasses all expressing,But 'tis too short a blessing, And love too long a pain.'Tis easy to deceive us In pity of your pain;But when we love you leave us To rail at you in vain.Before we have descried itThere is no bliss beside it,But she that once has tried it Will never love again.The passion we pretended Was only to obtain,But when the charm is ended The charmer you disdain.Your love by ours we measureTill we have lost our treasure,But dying is a pleasure When living is a pain.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

When Hamid dropped Lata off at her house at nine that night, he felt hollow. The touch of her soft body was sheared from him like bark from a tree, and he spent the entire night tossing and turning.

Life is a cluster of Sometimes Moments, more beautiful when more a grouped together.

dont fall for things that u desire because mostly that fall always break

We talked about all the decades to come and how they would never be enough.

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

Legend of the Cryptids card (Tragic Maiden Wotan adv.)Lore: It was the knowledge of love that brought solitude. It was the knowledge of love that brought despair. That was why Wotan made the decision to become detested rather than adored. "O cursed crown, grant me my desires!

I won't be mad at you because you gave me something no one else has: the ability to live even when I thought I was dead.

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

In relationships, everyone makes mistakes. If you are forgiven for yours, don't take it for granted.

Love should mean, never having to ask, "Do You Love Me"?

Reshuffllng of thoughts - facilitates a refreshed perspective to a mental deadlock!

I know: yes, no, even I must tear offThe delicate daisy petals.Everyone on earth is destined to feelThe torments of love.

It's the love that goes through the hardest trials and survives that's worth having.

The shattering of a heart when being broken is the loudest quiet ever.

It's not about something i have felt, It's about my life;it's not about something that i have not, Its' about something inside me;It's not about that i am gonna cry It's about something that i have no tears left;It's not about something that i love you, It's about you don't..

When you knew you would break my heart why did you do all in your power to make me fall in love with you?

Love hurts, Love will make you cry, Oh your heart still aching, From living a lie.

I watched you try on suits in Hugo Boss.‘For the big job,’ you said. And I laughed, because I knew I would never see it. I’d never get up and watch you put it on and walk out of the door. I would never be the one that you came home to.

Love hurts. Love is fragile. Love comes like a breath of magic, then departs leaving us feeling empty, alone, a paper cup blowing on the wind.

I do love you. And I never gave you anything less than everything I had to give. - Jenna Baker

I adore you, Emilia Ward, let me worship you and I will be your dog, your slave… anything you want. Just don’t leave me.

The most hardest thing in life is letting go of the person whom you dearly love.

He swallowed hard and looked deep into my eyes so intensely, I tried hard not to look away. I didn’t want him to see how mildly scared of him I was. I touched the hand in his lap and he answered.

I hate everything about you that you do and love everything you don’t

Let's hope that for every time that we get hurt or break our heart, there is something somewhere being written to make up for it, to make the happiness due even bigger and laughters even merrier, for after all good things must happen to good people.

If you can love at all odds you are gifted.

I thought that love would last forever. But nothing is forever. Life is not forever. The only reliable permanence is change. Love hurts because change is painful. Love hurts because love lost is an assault on our ego. We fear that we will fail again and those who live in fear of failure slowly but inevitably fail.

When you feel that he doesn't value you anymore, this would be the right time to let him go.

There are times i hate you cause i cant erase the times you hurt me and put tears on my face

It is not good to play with a delicate heart, my dear. Pain you will know. When someone will play with your heart.

Brain fucked, mind sucked, heart crushed but you are still untouched.

She started to turn around, but I tugged her hand just enough for me to see her profile as she closed her eyes. She felt it as just like I did. There was an undeniable connection between us. I pulled her into my arms and with one hand moved the stray strands of her caramel hair away from her soft skin. I saw her mouth was slightly agape, and I pulled her face towards mine. I was mere centimeters from her lips, the warmth of her breath sliding against my own.“You should go Mylie or you might regret staying,” I said softly. “I don’t want to go,” she said anxiously. Damn.

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

I relived those memories repeatedly until I could breathe in his presence all around. The thought that I had lost him forever was a constant dull pain. May be poets had it right. Love was pain in disguise. I revered it, as there was pleasure in that pain.

I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.