
Love is ironic. Only when you hurt someone, they realise they truly love you. We shall always fall in love with the people who break our hearts.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.\r\

The essential sadness is to go through life without loving. But it would be almost equally sad to leave this world without ever telling those you loved that you love them.

Love seeketh not itself to please, nor for itself hath any care, but for another gives its ease, and builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.

A sad thing in life is that sometimes you meet someone who means a lot to you only to find out in the end that it was never bound to be and you just have to let go.

You wondered how you?d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you?re looking for, is the one thing you can?t see.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.

Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who could be falling in love with your smile.

It's amazing how someone can break your heart, but you still love them with all the little pieces.

I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I'd rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.

I could fill a thousand pages telling you how I felt and still you would not understand. So now I leave without a sound, except my heart shattering as it hits the ground.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

The hottest love has the coldest end.

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.

Have you ever been hurt and the place tries to heal a bit, and you just pull the scar off of it over and over again.

To die in order to avoid the pains of poverty, love, or anything that is disagreeable, is not the part of a brave man, but of a coward.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Some of us think holding on makes us strong; but sometimes it is letting go.

If there must be pain then let it be my pain for it will be easier to bear then the pain I would feel In knowing that I had hurt you.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Many a young lady does not realize just how strong her love for a young man is until he fails to pass the approval test with her parents.

By all means, marry. If you get a good wife, you'll become happy; if you get a bad one, you'll become a philosopher.

I could never have imagined that firing 67 people on national television would actually make me more popular, especially with the younger generation.

Let my enemies devour each other.

My painting carries with it the message of pain.

That's the joy of art - it should be dangerous and challenging but it's just art - it's safe.

I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me.

Tis the last rose of summer Left blooming alone; All her lovely companions Are faded and gone.

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

In a separation it is the one who is not really in love who says the more tender things.

A pain stabbed my heart as it did every time I saw a girl I loved who was going the opposite direction in this too-big world

The biggest disease this day and age is that of people feeling unloved.

Like every other girl in the world, my most embarrassing moment had to do with a guy completely turning me down. His loss!

When we were together, I loved you deeply and you gave me so much happiness I can never repay you.

You cry tears when a man leaves you at any age - it doesn't matter whether you are 20 or 60.

Grief is the price we pay for love.

The roads of life are strewn with the wreckage of run-down and half-finished loves.

A divorce is like an amputation: you survive it, but there's less of you.

At best, the renewal of broken relations is a nervous matter.

Maybe I could have loved you better. Maybe you should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometime.