It hurts to breathe because every breath I take proves I can't live without you.
More Quotes by Anonymous
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.
Every moment without you, is a moment of time lost.
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.
It hurts when you have someone in your heart, but you can't have them in your arms.
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.
If it still hurts, you still care.
As I go on living without you, I go on without a huge piece of myself.
Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like hugging a cactus. The tighter you hold on, the more it hurts.
Baby, without you I'm completely lost.
Loving you is like breathing, how can I stop?
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.
Without you, I'm nothing. With you, I'm something. Together, we're everything.
It hurts when you realize you aren't as important to someone as you thought you were.
It hurts not having you close, but it would hurt even more not having you at all.
The few hours I spend with you are worth the thousand hours I spend without you.
I miss you the most at night when everything is quiet. The silence reminds me that you're not next to me.
Thinking of you. A day without you is like a day without sunshine.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
A man without passion would be like a body without a soul. Or even more grotesque, like a soul without a body.
The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.
