Love Hurts Quotes - Page 9

The beauty of words will forever be stronger than the silence of tears.

You just like me because I’m safe. There’s no risk. And then you never have to try to have a real relationship, because you can use me as an excuse.

Don't know what hurts me more, talking or not talking to him.

It was impossible not to fall in love with him.

Love- if not reciprocated, comes with an expiry date, no matter how strongly we beg to differ.

If you love something, let it go…

His hand reached up to his chest and rubbed at the area over his heart as if it hurt him.

Some people weren't made for love.

Reminiscent of a diamond, she is gifted, privileged, and positioned to glisten.

In you I see an immaculate woman full of feminine grace and untarnished beauty.

It was a sin. Kissing a guy who wasn't betrothed to her was wrong in every way. Everyone knew that. It was haram. Forbidden. You would go to hell for that...

My love too expensive if you want to pay !

What is it that you contain? The dead, time, light patterns of millenia opening in your gut. What is salted up in the memory of you? Memory past and memory future.

I’ve lost control of the simple act of being able to breathe. I’m hyperventilating. “I don’t need you to show me how to breathe,” I say. “You don’t?” He looks skeptical. “I think I can handle the simple act of breathing without you.

ACTS OF LOVELove is not a wordOr a thought.It is the name forAn actionThat breathes from its light.What do you DOIn Love's name?And is it only doneOutside In the light?Or with an innerFlameIlluminatingLove'sTRUEName?I want to know.Are your actionsDone by remoteOr withSOUL?And when you sayYou love someone,Does a light go offInside at all?What haveYOUDoneIn theName ofLOVE?Because,Really,I want to know.

Need we go into details about what I said to Judy? I am no poet, and I suppose what I said was very much what everybody always says, and although I remember her as speaking golden words, I cannot recall precisely anything she said. If love is to be watched and listened to without embarrassment, it must be transmuted into art, and I don't know how to do that, and it is not what I have come to Zurich to learn.

Feel The Love in Friendship

Even in our perfection we are Broken.

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

Do you know what that’s like?” Asher choked out, forcing himself to keep his feelings in check. “To be with someone who shines so brightly he’s all you can see? That’s how I feel when I’m with your brother. To me he’s… everything.

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

Love is a contradiction

You can see I have no will to stay away from you, no tolerance to live without you.

Some folks say that you can’t get rid of a problem until you shuck it. So, brother, let’s start shucking.

I jumped into a crowd full of "u"s they turned into underscores. Hit the pavement hard.” visualization words

I'm afraid because I know I can't fight forever

The "Fatal Female Flaw." It's when ordinarily sensible women fall madly in love with an unattainable man who can't or won't love them back. I also call it the Triple Fucked Factor.Rosslyn

Sometimes I wake up wanting to tell you to leave everything you claim to hold dear behind and be with me instead, but oftentimes I wake up wanting to tell you to go fuck yourself...

Love and being in love are not the same. A woman takes the man she loves into her body and absorbs his oils and essence. A part of him enters her and becomes a part of her.

I love everything about you. And I’ve felt that way for such a long time that it could last forever.

When true repentance occurs and lifestyles change, God can do marvelous works of restoration. Denying sin, however is not a characteristic of a repentant heart.

She did not come, her memories is remainedIn The desire to meet them, my is spoiled

so dangerously beautiful but you will not dare to ask her or tell her how you feel love hurts in the worst ways

I slept well last night. But when I woke this morning, I missed you so intensely. I don't even know how to describe the sensation. I looked at the other pillow, and it just seemed wrong that you weren't there. As though I'd woken up missing my own arm or half of my heart. I felt incomplete. So I rose, and dressed, and I just started walking toward you--because I couldn't move in any there direction.

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

There are people in my life who count more than playing soccer in Serie A

Not every breakup hurts, not every love story sucks. It's the love that comes with a warning that it will hurt you and suck your blood out of you.

Some people come in your life and make you believe that your life is incomplete without them. Then they leave, creating a void in your heart that may fill back with time but will never be complete.

There was this movie that I would watch with her all the time, some stupid chick flick, and it had this opening line that would always make her catch her breath. 'I remember it hurt. Looking at her hurt', and I now realize that it was true. Every day I looked at her, it hurt. Hurt so much, because she was dying, and I couldn't help her.

It is the curse to search you in every person I meet, the curse with no cure

Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crossed paths with the joy of his present experiences.

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

Every time I break your heart, I break mine.

It's such a huge arrogance to love someone, and there's too much of it around. There's too much love in this world. Sometimes I think that's what heavens is-- a place where everybody's happy because nobody loves anybody else, ever.

Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?

Love is a two-way street, but not everyone deserves a license.

Loving those who hate us means wantonly setting the stage and orchestrating the situation in a way that’s sure to result in a production of great personal calamity. But to not love them is an even greater calamity.

I would rather be destroyed by you than loved by anyone else.

When we first split up, he called me a stalker, but that's like an emotive word, "stalker", isn't it? I don't think you can call it stalking when it's just phone calls and letters and emails and knocking on the door. And I only turned up at his work twice. Three times, if you count his Christmas party, which I don't, because he said he was going to take me to that anyway.

Of all the plagues a lover bears,Sure rivals are the worstI can endure my own despair, But not another’s hope.

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.

We were destined to collide but the river of misunderstanding left us at the opposite banks.

If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it.

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

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

I wish I knew how to get you back. And apparently fate won't let me give up"From Central Park Song: a Screenplay

My heart was on the verge, if not of explosion than of collapse, hurtling to an inward oblivion, sucking down with it the very ground I stood on.

There are only two kinds of people who can drain your energy: those you love, and those you fear. In both instances it is you who let them in. They did not force their way into your aura, or pry their way into your reality experience.

Love, simple word with brimming of blood.

Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I don't know where to begin...