Quote by Pablo Neruda
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.
Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love - if once one has ever fallen in.
You are the poem I never knew how to write and this life is the story I have always wanted to tell.
The reason it hurts so much for us to be separated is because our souls are connected.
It's not the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks and the memories that follow.
Sometimes you have to be your own hero because sometimes the people you can't live without can live without you.
Why should I be sad? I have lost someone who didn't love me. But they lost someone who loved them.
Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
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.