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.

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

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

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.

We had the right love at a wrong time.

The reason it hurts so much for us to be separated is because our souls are connected.

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

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.

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.

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

Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.

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

Jorge Luis Borges

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

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.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Zora Neale Hurston

Another reason why we must love our enemies is that hate scars the soul and distorts the personality.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

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.