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When you lose somebody you love, you never get over it, you get used to it.

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Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.

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.

Pablo Neruda

If you can love the wrong person that much, imagine how much you can love the right one.

Stop thinking about him because he's not thinking about you.

Not everyone you lose is a loss.

We're not close anymore, but I'll be here if you need me.

Mostly it is loss which teaches us about the worth of things.

Don't build a wall around your own suffering or it may devour you from the inside.

We had the right love at a wrong time.

Don't let the heart that didn't love you keep you from the one that will.

One of the most difficult task in life is removing someone from your heart.

It's not the load that breaks you down. It's the way you carry it.

Letting you go wasn't the hardest part. Still loving you afterwards was.

It's not the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks and the memories that follow.

It takes a strong heart to love but it takes a stronger heart to continue to love after it's hurt.

Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn't love me. But they lost someone who loved them.

Suffering of any kind is a very clear and unmistakable sign that we have abandoned love.

I think I understood love better when I had no love.

Jorge Luis Borges

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 not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.

All that remains to us when love and glory are over, when adventures and passions have faded into the past, is but a deeper and ever-deepening sense of the infinite; and if we have not that within us, then are we destitute indeed.

You think I have no feelings, and that I can do without one bit of love or kindness; but I cannot live so: and you have no pity.

I am no bird; and no net ensnares me; I am a free human being with an independent will, which I now exert to leave you.

I cannot eat, I cannot drink; the pleasures of youth and love are fled away: there was a good time once, but now that is gone, and life is no longer life.

And he that shuts out love, in turn shall be shut out from love, and on her threshold lie howling in outer darkness.