Love Hurts Quotes - Page 7

Creation of a pregnant imagination.

Please stop. If you keep chipping off little pieces of my heart, soon there will be no heart left with which to love you.

love is like allopathic medicine...it gives happy very soon but it's side effects are so painful...

What you call love on your side may be called lust on another's side.

You know you're in love when you cant even put into words, how you feel for a person.

Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was - this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond.

If you love something, let it go...

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.

Frankie scanned her eyes. I don’t ask for things. I take them.

Besides, I'm looking for a man who doesn't have quite the mileage and the wear and tear on him as you do!

Maybe that’s why I was so afraid of Sasha’s love. With him comes the remembering part that I was so good at forgetting.~Piper - 'Breathe Me

I know you want her back, kid. And I know that people saying things like 'there are plenty more fish in the sea' is only going to make you hurt more. And I could tell you all about the science of what your brain is going through right now. How it's processing a pain as intense as hitting a nerve in your tooth, but it can't find a source for that pain, so you kind of feel it everywhere. I could tell you that when you fall for someone, the bits of your brain that light up are the same as when you're hungry or thirsty. And I could tell you that when the person you love leaves you, you starve for them, you crave them, Heartbreak is a science, like love. So trust me when I say this: you're wounded right now, but you'll heal.

The two halves of my barely whole being rioted, chained in place and snarling in protest of the other’s presence. The bondage allowed them just close enough to drive each other to venomous rebellion, yet never permitting the chance to make contact; to fight. There would be no battle, no resolution. The end result sounded more and more like insanity. So this is love? It truly is mad…

It’s like returning to a familiar room and noticing objects had been moved while you were gone—a chair here, a picture frame there. Items that were once brand new were suddenly broken in and worn from age. It was all very subtle, but enough to suspect paranormal activity or a cruel practical joke. When no one else saw what you saw, the freak factor really kicked in, because you were singled out and left questioning reality." ~Ellia

Always wanted a girl with a heart-shaped ass. Most of my exes have ass-shaped hearts.

She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of.

I NEVER THOUGHT I WOULD SEE THE DAY THAT WE GREW APART

We're on speaking terms today. I say, Maybe we should hang out with the boys, and you shake your head. I want to spend time with you, you say. If we're still good, next week maybe.That's the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?

...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...

Number 23 had plenty of redeeming qualities that made falling for him a justifiable accident. But our connection had nothing to do with our similarities, our differences, our aesthetic attractions, or our emotional and physical needs. When we spoke, he was truly with me. Our egos, our personas, expected social cues, the facades that everyone builds around them that are supposed to sculpt the way the world sees us, were stripped with Number 23 and I. He was immediately my best friend, familiar and safe - an epiphany that I had been spending my life alone in crowded rooms. tOur souls were naked. We initially curled into the warmth of that connection. But once we knew how real it was, we felt exposed, vulnerable, and raw. While his defense was his fearful recoil, mine was dictation.

Love. He recoiled from the very idea. He knew all about love: love was following his best friend around school like a lost puppy, putting up with all manner of shit just to be near him. Love was sobbing himself to sleep night after endless night because the guy who’d taken his virginity hadn’t called him back. Love was a thousand shattered dreams and a flood of memories that made him cringe. Love could fuck off.

Even when it seems that there is no one else, always remember there's one person who never ceased to love you - yourself.

An inch long scar on my left wrist, reminded me of an enchanted world of love, which had vanished like a mirage.

Love must not suffocate but breathe on its own.

Love hurts because it holds hearts

The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that “everything in the world exists to end up in a book,” and if that’s true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare’s Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.

I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.

I'd rather have a life of chaos beside you than a life of quietude and stability without you...

My mother is my doctorCaring for me when am illI will love her forever tillWe are gone to our creator!

It may be a crush, or hero worship (...), it may not be love, but if you've never felt anything stronger, how do you tell the difference?

I love to talk to flowers. They are sensitive. And sometimes I just want to have couple of wings and fly away... Will you ever notice?

. I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was that at some point I knew I’d have to stop. I’d have to turn around and go back. And whatever troubles had haunted me when I left, would be waiting upon my return.

You still make me smile. Even if you're the reason why I'm sad.

I understand now, why sometimes, you have to lose happiness to find it again…

So while I was busy saving you from Hell,you were pushing me further to it; the poison murdering me well.

When it happened I was terrified. I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I was a cliche. I looked at myself in the mirror and in my eyes was a look I had never seen before: confusion, mystery and, yes, happiness. I had fallen in love.

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

What good does it do you to love?

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.

She is such a blade—-beautiful, powerful, and deadly to her enemies-—as well as her bond-mate due to her fatal flaw. The questions are—How deep is her flaw and can it be healed? After all, a mortal is not a mearcair blade to be discarded if forged improperly. (Kagan Donmall regarding Tessa Montgomery)

I close my eyes to indulge and reminisce of a sunset that never existed.

The feeling of being hurt, is the proof that you are in love.

The unspoken feeling that engulfs you and smolders you more and more each day.....love!

Honor a good woman because she is virtuous and honorable.

someone asked: What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?and i said(object): i give up..!!!

The moment he left the warm sheets and the door clicked shut, I had that feeling you get when you are lost in a strange town at night. I curled into the chair where he had watched me undress and tears wet my cheeks. Then I dried my eyes, I looked in the mirror, and I said these two words. Never again.

...the greatest wounds, we hide inside ourselves where they never show.

Life shows us all colours, some bright and some shades of grey,Some accept with a smile, while some frown in every wayThoughts and memories never end but life does one day.Whole age passes by in wait of that old time to return,But those old days once gone, will never come back again,Rather we can just cherish them in the memories that burn,In the back of our mind and make us remember,How we used to be so crazy,In those old days…

Her heart was telling her to trust him, but it wouldn’t be the first time that that foolish muscle, there in the middle of her chest, had betrayed her.

Sincerity like this staggers me; I've seen too little and too much of it one way and another; I've valued it so highly that when someone hands it to me as directly as you have, I'm not sure whether I should jump for joy or burst into tears. — Gwendolyn MacEwen to Milton Acorn, 1960 (age 19)

Its hard to pretend to love someone when you don't but its harder to pretend that you don't love someone when you really do..

She was my go-to person. I’d tell her everything. Now, all of those late-night phone calls, all the sleepovers at her house because I couldn’t deal with stuff at home, all the crying on her shoulder. It’s all gone. It’s like if she doesn’t know, then it didn’t happen, and if it didn’t happen then what exactly am I holding on to?” ~Stacey

Sometimes love is pastel. Sometimes love is black. And sometimes love is fiery red and you feel as if you are going to burn in the flames.

Is this love? Does love need to hurt this much? Or is this a forced kind of love that slaughters all involved?

I stumbled into the living room, and Thomas handed me a bottle of whiskey. They all had some in a glass"You told them?" I asked Trenton, my voice broken. Trenton nodded.I collapsed to my knees, and my brothers surrounded me, placing their hands on my head and shoulders for support.

The more I love the person, the more rejection I recieved.

We've all loved someone way too freakin' much.

Love connects a man to his woman, money a woman to his man