Trying to forget someone you love is like trying to remember someone you never met.
It's not the goodbye that hurts. It's the flashbacks and the memories that follow.
When you lose somebody you love, you never get over it, you get used to it.
Life is hard? True - but let's love it anyhow, though it breaks every bone in our bodies.
The price of hating other human beings is loving oneself less.
When you love that which is unnatural, a stronger appetite is created for the hurtful thing than the natural desire for what is harmless.
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'm sorry to say so but, sadly it's true that bang-ups and hang-ups can happen to you.
There's that occasional night when you just break down and cry because you know things will never be the same.
Don't cry over someone who won't cry over you.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love. It is the faithless who know love's tragedies.
I let you become my happiness and that's where I went wrong.
Maybe one day you'll see what you did to me.
Don't cry because it's over, smile because it happened.
The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you're been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.
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.
You've got to believe you are worth more than being repeatedly hurt by someone who doesn't really care about you.
I'm technically single but my heart is taken by someone I can't call my own.
You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.
Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy in a heart.
Never frown when you are sad, you never know who is falling in love with your smile.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
I'm heavy with the weight of missing you, my dear.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.
