Love Quotes - Page 546

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.

There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.

I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting

Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.

Love her but leave her wild

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

Chase your stars fool, life is short.

Time is all we have and don’t.

As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

There’s too much risk in loving,’the young boy said,‘no,’said the old man,‘there’s too much risk in not.

When it comes to love we are primates breaking stickswhile pointing to our hearts.

It's a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart

LIFE IS A JOURNEYTO FIND THE PEOPLEWEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

THE RIGHTPOEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO.—ATTICUS

EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

She walkedthrough her lifeheavyfrom themighty wingsupon her back.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.

Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.

She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.

What a strange world. We trade our days for things.

Don't worry— tyou see, to some you are magic.

You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.

One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.

A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.

Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.

I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.

She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.

I AM GRATEFUL FOR ALL OF THEBACKSTABBING BECAUSE IT MADE MEA STRAIGHT-SHOOTER!

Qwana Reynolds-Frasier

We are made of all those who have built and broken us.

Brushing a girl’s hair behind her earonce a daywill solve more problemsthan all thosetherapists and drugs.

She was afraid of heightsbut she was much more afraid of never flying.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days,to our very last tomorrows.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

Gratitude is only expressed and appreciated in proportion to your understanding of grace.

She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.

There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.

It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. It didn’t “hurt” me at all.

You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.

I don't write about you because you don't deserve to be immortalised in my words.I'll leave you to float around in my mind until forgetfulness comes to take you away.

J.A. ANUM

You deserve the love your soul craves for.Don't settle.

J.A. ANUM

Life sometimes reminds us that it is sometimes heartless by giving something or someone we really need to someone who does not need or even want them or it.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Some of the people who hate me love some of the sentences that I have written, until they get to the name of the person to whom the sentences are attributed.

Mokokoma Mokhonoana

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