If you love me, let me know. If not, please gently let me go.
The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.
Some of the greater things in life are unseen thats why you close your eyes when you kiss, cry, or dream...
Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never... never forget it.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
I self destruct every relationship so that i don't get hurt... but in truth i just hurt myself worse in the long run..
They say loving you gives pains and full of sacrifices But I'll rather take pains and lots of sacrifices than not to be love by you.
If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it doesnt, then it was never meant to be.
Falling in love is awfully simple, but falling out of love is simply awful.
Love is never wanting to lose faith, never wanting to give up, and never truly moving on. Love is knowing and praying in the deepest part of what's left of your heart that they feel the same.
Don't let someone become your everything, because when they're gone you have nothing!
BETTER TO HAVE LOVED AND LOST THEN TO HAVE NEVER LOVED AT ALL
I dont know why they call it heartbreak. It feels like every part of my body is broken too.
I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go. Things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right. You believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
The ones that you love the most are usually the ones that hurt you the most.
Love makes time pass; time makes love pass
The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe.
love is a flint that sparks a flame that will either flicker and burn out or continue with a warming glow
when some one says they love u it just means they love u for that day the next day they could be running away with your best friend!
To say the truth, reason and love keep little company together now-a-days.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
If a relationship is to evolve, it must go through a series of endings.
She's gone. I am abused, and my relief must be to loathe her.
I hold it true, whatever befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
When Death to either shall come -- I pray it be first to me.
One would always want to think of oneself as being on the side of love, ready to recognize it and wish it well --but, when confronted with it in others, one so often resented it, questioned its true nature, secretly dismissed the particular instance as folly or promiscuity. Was it merely jealousy, or a reluctance to admit so noble and enviable a sentiment in anyone but oneself?
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
"My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it. When my heart dies, the soft fragile petals fall. So you might want to put your rose in a vase."
There is no disguise that can for long conceal love where it exists or simulate it where it does not.
Nowadays men cannot love seven night but they must have all their desires: that love may not endure by reason; for where they be soon accorded and hasty, heat soon it cooleth. Right so fareth love nowadays, soon hot soon cold: this is no stability. But the old love was not so.
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