It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.
It's not that I can't live without you, it's just that I don't even want to try.
Music I heard with you was more than music, and bread I broke with you was more than bread. Now that I am without you, all is desolate; all that was once so beautiful is dead.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.
If I had to choose between loving you, and breathing, I would use my last breath to say I love you.
What I need to live has been given to me by the earth. Why I need to live has been given to me by you.
Imagining a life without you is something that is impossible, you make me complete and I want you to know you mean everything to me.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.
Within you, I lost myself. Without you, I found myself wanting to be lost again.
Sometimes I just wish you were here so I could tell you how much I need you and how hard every day has been without you.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it hurts.
The reason it hurts so much for us to be separated is because our souls are connected.
It hurts when you're being ignored by the person whose attention is the only thing you want in the world.