Love Quotes - Page 201

You broke my heart.I fell for you and you broke my heart.Period, done, end of story.

Sam," she said."I'm trying!""Sam," she repeated."No," he spat, hearing her tone. "No!"He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn't going to come-not fast enough."Please," Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. "Please don't."She knew he wasn't speaking to her.The water hit her neck."Please," Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She'd have one last breath. Her last words."Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam," she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under.

Sarah J Maas

To be happy, be happy with what you have. To be sad, want what you deserve.

Debasish Mridha

Something inside of me began to tear.

Michelle Hodkin

I made promises to you that I'm not sure I can keep.

Judy Blume

She told her secret love, not me, i could’nt speak,i smiled.

nibin

There is no greater despair, than to tread with care upon ice that is already broken

Johnathan Jena

Smileshe told about her secret love, not me, i could’nt speak,i smiled.

nibin

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

Nikita Gill

Every now and then I have to take a backward step in giving in. Not because of expecting something in return. But because I want to see how far God has changed me from what I used to be. I guess this is the only pain of humility! To offer your own heartbeat every single day!

Carvic Valdellon

A sensitive person must find a sensitive life partner otherwise a raw life partner would become a puzzle for his/her entire life

Muhammad Anwar Jalil

My Ghost- Once, I saw a rainbow in the sky, and then, poof, it was gone. Just like the dreams I had of you everyday of my life since the day I met you. I thought we had something, but it turned out that it was just a mist in the air. A mist visible only for so long and then soon, it vanished like a ghost. You were once my knight in shining armor, but now your the pale ghost in my dreams. In my nightmares.

Lily Frey

If only I knew... If only baby... If only...

Anya

Finally those you love are simply ... those you love.

Anne Rice

Twenty years have intervened; for ten of them I lived and fought for Dejah Thoris and her people, and for ten I have lived upon her memory.

Edgar Rice Burroughs

My life was being planned in sentences that started with 'We' instead of 'I', yet it felt like the most natural transition in the world.

Heather Demetrios

Have you ever loved someone so much that even when they chip pieces away from you, you still try to give them what’s left? I know I have… I know I do.

Danielle Esplin

The saddest thing is that every love has an unhappy ending, and all the more unhappy in proportion to how divinely it began, with what wings it first took flight.

Charles Baudelaire

A familiar sensation sparks inside me, the one I had a few years ago, the one that hurts because it’s dangerous and overwhelming. Knowing how it is to truly love someone is torturous. You try to bury that feeling. So you become lonely, deprived, and when you sense anything remotely like it, the emotion comes back to haunt you. It’s one sick fucking game.

Danielle Esplin

Tessa never could look at him without a tightening in her chest, a painful stutter of her heart.

Cassandra Clare

Jordan Mullen is looking at me like I'm something he wants to scrape off his shoe and right then my heart breaks, but somehow beats on.

Vikki Wakefield

Never underestimate love, as you need estimate to underestimate.

Rushabh Patel

I'm not about love, but in this moment, I wish that I were.

Brenna Yovanoff

Approaching the Start of Civil ExamsPerhaps I was once a young Chinese scholarapproaching the start of civil exams,my mind grown weary and sad from seclusionwith books on syntax and poetic style.All that I knew were the mist-covered mountainsand sweet white blossoms of mountain applesthat grew in the valleys of my province.But I had been gone over six yearsbusy with studies in the Heavenly Cityempty and thin despite my work.I showed my verses to an older poetwho told me a truth I longed to believe:all knowledge is futile and barrenwhich does not open the love of your friends.

Jim Chapson

The sad part is that you love her.... and she didn't love you back.

Joshua Pallarca

Those who live in retirement, whose lives have fallen amid the seclusion of schools or of other walled-in and guarded dwellings, are liable to be suddenly and for a long while dropped out of the memory of their friends, the denizens of a freer world. Unaccountably, perhaps, and close upon some space of unusually frequent intercourse—some congeries of rather exciting little circumstances, whose natural sequel would rather seem to be the quickening than the suspension of communication—there falls a stilly pause, a wordless silence, a long blank of oblivion. Unbroken always is this blank; alike entire and unexplained. The letter, the message once frequent, are cut off; the visit, formerly periodical, ceases to occur; the book, paper, or other token that indicated remembrance, comes no more.Always there are excellent reasons for these lapses, if the hermit but knew them. Though he is stagnant in his cell, his connections without are whirling in the very vortex of life. That void interval which passes for him so slowly that the very clocks seem at a stand, and the wingless hours plod by in the likeness of tired tramps prone to rest at milestones—that same interval, perhaps, teems with events, and pants with hurry for his friends.The hermit—if he be a sensible hermit—will swallow his own thoughts, and lock up his own emotions during these weeks of inward winter. He will know that Destiny designed him to imitate, on occasion, the dormouse, and he will be conformable: make a tidy ball of himself, creep into a hole of life's wall, and submit decently to the drift which blows in and soon blocks him up, preserving him in ice for the season.Let him say, "It is quite right: it ought to be so, since so it is." And, perhaps, one day his snow-sepulchre will open, spring's softness will return, the sun and south-wind will reach him; the budding of hedges, and carolling of birds and singing of liberated streams will call him to kindly resurrection. Perhaps this may be the case, perhaps not: the frost may get into his heart and never thaw more; when spring comes, a crow or a pie may pick out of the wall only his dormouse-bones. Well, even in that case, all will be right: it is to be supposed he knew from the first he was mortal, and must one day go the way of all flesh, As well soon as syne.

Charlotte Brontë

The black clouds and the white clouds,Black means rain White means no rainToday it was different,It rained despite of white clouds.And nobody got wet.

Bikash Chaurasiya

I dreamt of paradise for long,Kept my patience intact,But when sourness hit the bong,I couldn't bear the fact.The sky has its limit,So do I,Hold back and sit,It's always been a bye.The touch of reality,Never touched you,It's been my fantasy,Waiting in the queue.Differences are many,Likenesses are few,Something so uncanny,Always existed in my hue.Deep into the vault,I will bury,This everlasting cult,Not in hurry,Not in fury.

Bikash Chaurasiya

The more she talked that way, the worse I felt. She highlighted my awkwardness, my lack of knowledge about the right things to say and do. I was a blundering adolescent in her eyes, and she was trying to let me down easy.

Daniel Keyes

We do crazy shit because we're broken.

Catherine Ryan Hyde

its impossible to forget when you try to...

Sushant Singh

from the day you left I should've seen that life wasn't all its cracked up to be

Toni Blackburn

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…

Ranata Suzuki

Once a partner has begun to lose interest, there is apparently little the other can do to arrest the process. Like seduction, withdrawal suffers under a blanket of reticence. The very breakdown of communication is hard to discuss, unless both parties have a desire to see it restored. This leaves the lover in a desperate situation. Honest dialogue seems to produce only irritation and smothers love in the attempt to revive it. Desperate to woo the partner back at any cost, the lover might at this point be tempted to turn to romantic terrorism, the product of irredeemable situations, a gamut of tricks (sulking, jealousy, guilt) that attempt to force the partner to return love, by blowing up (in fits of tears, rage or otherwise) in front of the loved one. The terroristic partner knows he cannot realistically hope to see his love reciprocated, but the futility of something is not always (in love or in politics) a sufficient argument against it. Certain things are said not because they will be heard, but because it is important to speak.

Alain de Botton

Love is like a magic trickYou know you are getting fooled, but still, you stand in lineAnd pay to see it again and again.

Yarro Rai

You should be with a nice human boy. One who takes your orders and puts up with your demands. Someone who dedicates his life to keeping you safe and well fed. Someone who can make you happy. Someone you can be proud of.

Susan Ee

It is very sad to see children live like orphans whilst their parents are still alive. After all, children need the constant love of parents.

Gift Gugu Mona

It is sad to love and be unloved, but sadder still to be unable to love.

Maurice Maeterlinck

I wasn’t dying alone. My beloved was dying with me.

Jannat Bhat

Show me all your sides, dive with me to your deepest points and guide me to your Everest. I'll always adore the way you are yourself, so don't tell me being sad makes me unhappy or love you less.

Wouter Van Gastel

I part my lips, but no words come out. I want to cry. Want to beg. Want to scream. But mostly, I want to hold him until I know he’s going to be okay. Then I want him to hold me until I’m okay, too.

T.L. Martin

once you're gone, you made me feel nothing as if you were my emotions and you took it away from me.

Fatma Alfalasi

Love has different shape, like this falling snow in winter

Rizki De

I couldn't help but suspect something he'd seen or encountered had changed his view of what had happened between them. It had somehow set him free. And he'd let it fly, that gorgeous blackbird of a love he'd been keeping in a cage. What was it like for him, every day standing outside in the wind and rain to stare at the ocean, yearning for some sign of her, never giving up hope? At The Peak perhaps she'd finally come into view, a ship coming neither toward him nor away, only riding that perfect line between heaven and earth, long enough for him to know that she had loved him, that what they had was real, before slipping out of sight, probably forever.

Marisha Pessl

Ever been so happy for someone and so aware of how lonely their happiness makes you feel at the same time?

Carey Heywood

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

Faraaz Kazi

Who would have listened to his tales of woe when his love was the flickering lamp over his own decaying tomb?

Faraaz Kazi

I wanted to wash away our past misgivings in those tears that would run from our eyes and weave a new start by folding her in my arms.I wanted to, but I did not!

Faraaz Kazi

Isolation, for him, had become a basic sine qua non for existence and loneliness, his sole companion like a perfectly faithful twin. He was someone for whom even happiness would cry for, mourning the death of his sentiments and murdering the existence of his soul.

Faraaz Kazi

Love is like a rose. So beautiful to look at, yet so painful to touch.

Anonymous

He had never smoked but then had he ever loved? Life made him love and love made him smoke.

Faraaz Kazi

I'm so sorry," he whispered to her, knowing she couldn't hear. I'm so sorry." Her mouth moved, working to speak, and he leaned in to make out what she was trying to say. "Me ... too," she whispered. "I only ever ... cared for...

James Dashner

The more you start to love someone, the more you ache when they’re gone, and maybe it’s that middle ground that hurts the most, when you can see them and still not feel like you’re near enough.

Robin Benway

This was the lesson we kept learning over and over and over, the lesson our mother was best capable of teaching us. Love—whatever else it might or might not be—was fleeting. Love stormed into your life and occupied it, it took over every corner of your soul, made itself comfortable, made itself wanted, then treasured, then necessary, love did all of this and then it did next the only thing it had left to do, it retreated, it vanished, it left no trace of itself. Love was horrifying.

Christie Hodgen

We are traveling down a path with no happy ending, and it's too late to turn around.

Mandy Hubbard

With Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun had never decided to rise. There was no wind, like the world was holding its breath along with me, waiting for him to return.

Yvonne Woon

Loving a man shouldn't have to be this rough

Tim McGraw

I grieve nothing. I take everything.

Tahereh Mafi

In my time,” he said, “they believed in witches. Are you a witch, Honor, that you make me say these things to you?” Causing him to rip open wounds that had stayed safely scabbed over for so long that, most of the time, he managed to forget they existed. Her hands, so very, very gentle, continued to hold his face as she tugged him down until their foreheads touched. “I’m no witch, Dmitri. If I was, I’d know how to fix you.

Nalini Singh

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