Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past & when she does, she remembers things & her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

It was one of those awkward relationship moments where you feel like you know nothing about the person you thought you knew everything about.

But I had loved him. I loved him longer and truer than I had anyone in my whole life and I would probably never love anyone that way again. Which to be honest was almost a relief. 

Your memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you. 

It doesn’t matter what I do, or what I choose. I am what’s wrong. There’s nothing I can do about it. If I’m not hurting myself I’m hurting everyone around me and there’s nothing I can do about this. I am… broken.

I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for a whole.

The loss doesn't go away - it just gets bigger the longer you look at it.

This is the Hail Mary Pass. There’s no time left. But you know what? Sometimes the Hail Mary Passes work, and they’re amazing when they do. Everyone cheers and people win. Look, it’s a long shot; I recognize that. But it might just work, and I HAVE to believe that it might work. So please… Let me believe that.

That was the worst thing about having a relationship with someone, even a pretend relationship. You opened up, let someone in, and when it was over, they had all the ammunition they needed to completely destroy you.

He knew he had made a mistake. You could see it in his face everytime she walked into the room.

It takes ten times as long to put yourself back together as it does to fall apart. 

When you date someone, it’s like you’re taking a class in them and when you break up, it’s like all that knowledge is useless. It’s the emotional equivalent of an English degree.

Just because she comes off strong doesn't mean she didn't fall asleep crying. And even though she acts like nothings wrong, maybe shes just really good at lying.

It was strange, really. A couple months ago, I had thought I couldn't live without him. Apparently I could.

I realized that I was holding onto something that didn't exsist anymore. That the person I missed didn't exsist anymore. People change.

And I don't mind saying a part of me left with you.

Just because, there once was love, don’t mean a thing.

Note to self: I miss you terribly. This is what we call a tragedy. Come back to me.

Maybe it's just me, but sometimes it's impossible to breathe.

It just ended. And no matter how much I try to forget that it had happened, it will have never not happened.

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worse kind of suffering. 

Excuse me please one more drink. Could you make it strong cause I don’t need to think. She broke my heart, my grace is gone. Another drink and I’ll move on. One drink to remember then another to forget.

I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.

I could see you standing with him he ain't holdin' your hand like he should. He ain't listenin 'to a word you say, he doesn't look at you the way i would. I should steal you away. I've been wondering are you looking at me thinking how it might be, if you were mine. Girl it drives me crazy, he don't know what he's got, I've been fightin' so hard not to cross the line. I should steal you away, I should steal you away, in the middle of the night come take your heart, I should steal you away.

I'd forgotten that I don't get involved because the pain just isn't worth it. all that flattery and attention distracted me from any pain that might have been lurking around the corner, but of course the pain got me in the end. it always does.