Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

This is the painful part. Love doesn’t leave you. Not all at once. It creeps back in, making you think it can be another way, that it can still be another way, and you have to remind yourself of the reasons that it probably won’t be. 

Forgetting isn’t enough. You can paddle away from the memories and think they are gone. But they will keep floating back, again and again and again. They circle you, like sharks. Until, unless something, someone? Can do more than just cover the wound.

Odd how intensely you knew a person, or thought you did, when you were in love—soaked, drenched in love—only to discover later that perhaps you didn’t know that person quite as well as you had imagined

All of a sudden I missed you again. I mean, I never stopped missing you, but this time it hit me hard. I couldn’t go to sleep for a single night without seeing you in my dreams. I compared everything he did to everything I remembered about you. It was like the old wound opened itself up again and I was bleeding out my feelings for you.

There is a particular kind of suffering to be experienced when you love something greater than yourself. A tender sacrifice. Like the pained silence felt in the lost song of a mermaid; or the bent and broken feet of a dancing ballerina. It is in every considered step I am taking in the opposite direction of you.

I realized that I was holding on to something that didn’t exist anymore. That the person I missed didn’t exist anymore. People change.

Kinda pointless to fight for what you want when what you want continues to break your heart.

I should let people in. If they leave, they leave. If I break, I break. It happens to everyone.

Sometimes the door closes on a relationship, not because we failed but because something bigger than us says this no longer fits our life. So, lock the door, shed a tear, turn around and look for the new door that’s opened. It’s a sign that you’re no longer that person you were, it’s time to change into who you are. It’s going to be okay.

She hated that she was still so desperate for a glimpse of him, but it had been this way for years. 

Stop romanticizing people who hurt you.

At some point you will realize you have done too much for someone, that the only next possible step to do is to stop. Leave them alone. Walk away. It's not like you're giving up, and it's not like you shouldn't try. It's just that you have to draw the line of determination from desperation. What is truly yours will eventually be yours, and what is not, no matter how hard you try, will never be.

Sometimes letting go is the only way to find out who you’re meant to hold on to.

You will go on and meet someone else and I’ll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

I'm not crying because of you; you're not worth it. I'm crying because my delusion of who you were was shatterted by the truth of who you are.

I don't have to drive you away. You are away. By definition you are away. You're unavailable. I wait for you. I watch for you. My whole life is you. I can't breath because I'm waiting for you. You own me, you control me, I belong to you. 

Maybe getting over someone you’re in love with isn’t impossible. Unless, maybe you don’t actually get over it. Maybe you just learn to live with it.

Is there a word for the moment you win tug-of-war? when the weight gives in and all that extra rope comes hurdling towards you; how even though you’ve won, you still wind up with muddy knees and burns on your hands. Is there a word for that? I wish there was. 

Even when I hate him, I love him. Even when he stops calling, I hear his voice. 

Ryan: I thought I was a part of your life. 
Alex : I thought we signed up for the same thing... I thought our relationship was perfectly clear. You are an escape. You're a break from our normal lives. You're a parentheses. 

I’m terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don’t love him but I’m afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

How vast was a human being’s capacity for suffering? The only thing you could do was stand in awe of it. It wasn’t a question of survival at all. It was the fullness of it, how much could you hold, how much could you care.

He had to miss me. It’s not possible for one person to miss another person so much she thinks she might die, and for that other person not to even miss her at all, is it? I mean, we’d been soul mates. Soul mates are forever. Aren’t they?

Please don’t go away, you’re making a mistake. You and I were meant to be. You opened up my eyes, and made me realize. Now it’s changing everything.