Love Hurts Quotes - Page 2

Love hurts when it changes us.

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

Frequent friction when love becomes political.

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

Today I saw shooting Star was looking totally like me (broken), But nothing happen to the Moon, was exactly like you

And when one loves kills another, can you still love the one who's left?

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

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

Love is the thing that corrodes the mind and pushes it to do the unimaginable. Love is the thorn that barbs into your flesh and makes you bleed a slow, torturous death. Love is the prison that confines you to the unending darkness that absorbs chunks of your sanity with each fleeting second. Love is an immortal’s worst nightmare.

Was there a person in your life, who touched your heart, like nobody else, ever did, whose letters or gifts are still safe in your secret closet, whose memories still bring the deepest of smiles and whose name still leaves your lips trembling and heart racing? At some point in time you might have thought, “It’s not love”, and you let go , but a part of you keeps telling , ‘you shouldn’t have’, because deep down your heart, you feel the indelible presence of the one you still miss so badly. Well; what is it then… “If it’s not love!!

We don't know what it's like not to be in love with you. We loved you the moment you looked at us, held our hand, danced dirty, kissed us. We were lost in you way before we even met, before the thought crossed your mind that you were bored and we were vaguely good-looking, interesting, exotic, fuckable. While you were weighing options, we were just hoping it wouldn't hurt too much — the fucking, or the falling in love, or the rejection. We didn’t get to choose. — Kai Cheng Thom to -----, 2013 (age 22)

When it happens it happens instantly. It's like diving into a pool of warm silky water, like flying through the air on invisible wings, like shedding an old skin and growing a new one. When you fall in love the spirals of your DNA unwind and rewind in the opposite direction. What was black becomes white.

never thought one day tht person will throw me out from his life whom i loved too much more thn tht of nothng

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

You break me the hardest, make me the strongest, and keep me the softest.

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

Often I slip of my skin, pour my words onto paper,travel galaxy with my thoughts, travel into her soul candidly show her the real stars she carved for and suddenly realize I just coexist with her in my lonely world as my words drains out

I honestly don't think you do, at least not completely. Look, you will always hold a special place in my heart, but I can’t keep competing for a battle that’s already won.

He'd been ten years old when he'd last begged someone for something, and he'd promised himself he'd never do it again, but this was too important.

When She Needs a Reminder of Your Birthdate, Make Sure Not to Remind Her That She was Once a part Of Your Life

If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.

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

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.

How did you know it was love?" "It never really hurt this much before.

With Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun had never decided to rise. There was no wind, like the world was holding its breath along with me, waiting for him to return.

A woman can only stay in love with a man for as long as she continues loving herself when she's with him. As soon as she starts to hate who she has become while in the relationship, she will move heaven and earth to end it. Does she get hurt? Definitely. It doesn't mean that she wants to leave her love for him has faded or diminished. However, just like the most basic rule of human existence, you cannot continue giving what you do not have.

So many love affairs doesn't survive, because the couple has been very loving to each other but with the time they stop respecting each other.

Sharing pillow talk with the wrong people can make a hard bed to lie on, and will surely lead to nightmares in your relationship.

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

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

There is never going to be a good time for us. You can’t force together two objects whose edges are worn in some spots and jagged in others. We’re not puzzle pieces. We’re two people who have a world of shit between them. But my mind is quiet when our gazes meet.

It is a perfect deception when you can lie to yourself and believe it. You cannot love two people the same. One will always fall by the shadows…even if that one is you.

Not maybe. Definitely! We have an expression back home in Haiti, which says something like ‘a man who is thinking with his penis.’ That is what you are Michael. That doesn’t mean that you are addicted to sex or pornography. You are not a pervert of any kind. Contrary! You are just too sensitive with women. You fall in love at the blink of an eye and all your decisions are based on your passions towards a particular woman. Your mind gets blurry because not enough blood goes to your brain. And your heart pumps all the blood back to your penis and that is why you are a man who thinks with his penis.” (Ch.7)

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

Love is not a spaceship you construct and then fly off together into the stars. Love is a soap bubble that bursts in the air. Love is the first winter snowflake that falls into you palm, a mirage that glows in the sun and fades in the shadows.

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

You will not know love if you do not know suffering, and you will never suffer if you have never loved.

Intriguing isn't it? One day you are the king of your world. And the next day, you stand aside, watching it all burn. Ashes slipping out of your hand, you just stand and stare, your glassy gaze fixed on something no one else could see, no one else could know...People will talk as people do talk. And they will walk over the ashes. And the ashes will dance in front of you, reminding you every second of what was and what might have been. And you will almost give in.But my advice is, don’t give in. Because one day, you will decide to turn the corner. Put it all behind you. Just stand strong and still as the great wind comes and takes all the ashes away with with it, leaving fresh air behind. Fresh for you to make a new world, a better world.

A good woman comes in all shapes and colors.When you find her, adore her.

i hate philosphy about love.

I'd rather hurt than feel nothing at all.

You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.

A tenacious grip on our own ideals, irrespective of hurdles, would propel us towards self-actualization!

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

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

If you're hungry enough...even poison tastes good.

Then I wondered if everybody has that person that haunts them, the one that got away.

The faster you search for a new partner, the faster you will get over your break-up blues…. Love is nothing more than an illusion.

I watched, hoping she wouldn't come out too broke. It's all you can do for people sometimes, no matter how much you love them.

Say it back," he begs.I don't. He offers those words so freely, I'm not sure he realizes how much weight they carry. You have to love yourself before you can love another. You have to see what they see in you. Something worthy.I cannot return those three words to him because I am nowhere near ready to say them to myself.

Because of that, he didn't know how to love someone who actually loved him. He had learned a twisted, tormented kind of love filled with pain and exploitation.

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

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.

...because loving you is a crime. Which I love to commit each time, every day, whenever I see you, because that's how I love you.

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

I’ve never been a believer in fate. I like to think I’m in control, that my life hasn’t been plotted out ahead of time. Sometimes all it takes is one wild thought, one brave decision to change everything. This must be one of those times.

Most people think that love doesn’t stand the test of time – that it is eternal only as long as it lasts – but love is an unquenchable flame. It is only the fires of momentary desire that burn too fast and go out far too quickly without leaving behind a single trace.

The sky cries for those filled with sadness

Finally, I formulate and say a little prayer to God, and since we haven’t officially spoken since my mom and Elliott died that takes up quite a bit of my time. The rest of it I spend on trying to determine what I think love really is and what I actually feel for Tally Landon at this point. Upon deep reflection, I realize that I must be at the edge of life’s abyss. This is me. All there is left of me; and yet, I’m looking over and contemplating its meaning on whether to jump or stay. I’m not sure this feeling for Tally Landon is made up of love any more than it is of hate. This must be a kind of purgatory—the in-between place—because these pervasive feelings of rage and passion for Tally are equalized and actually co-mingle together—like fire and water—each ready to extinguish the other. I’ve come to accept the truth. There may be nothing left for us. It could go either way.

You can’t be the warrior in someone else’s tragedy