Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

How I wish you could see the potential, the potential of you and me. It’s like a book elegantly bound. But in a language that you can’t read, just yet.

You and I walk a fragile line
I have known it all this time
Never ever thought I'd see it break.

People think they know you. They think they know how you're handling a situation. But the truth is no one knows. No one knows what happens after you leave them, when you're lying in bed or sitting over your breakfast alone and all you want to do is cry or scream. They don't know what's going on inside your head--the mind-numbing cocktail of anger and sadness and guilt. This isn't their fault. They just don't know. And so they pretend and they say you're doing great when you're really not. And this makes everyone feel better. Everybody but you. 

You and I are a story that never gets told.

Have you just, not been able to get someone out of your head? I mean you know it's over, but I walk around with this pit in my stomach and everyone tells me I'll get over it. All I'm asking is when.

Deep grief sometimes is almost like a specific location, a coordinate on a map of time. When you are standing in that forest of sorrow, you cannot imagine that you could ever find your way to a better place. But if someone can assure you that they themselves have stood in that same place, and now have moved on, sometimes this will bring hope.

If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it’s the necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best.

Something always brings me back to you; it never takes too long.

You asked why I don’t talk to you anymore, and please believe me when I say it’s not that I don’t want to. It’s just that everything I want to say, are the words that should be left unspoken.

I really hope you’ve found happiness & if you’re ever in need of anything, like someone to love you, don’t hesitate to call me.

It's weird how one day you feel you'll never be able to live your life without him, and then the next day you’re doing exactly that.

I'm always wondering if he'll return. Sometimes I pray that he doesn't. And sometimes I hope he will. I wish on falling stars and eyelashes. Absence isn't solid the way death is. It's fluid, like language. And it hurts so much.. so, so much.

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting it's sanity, covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens. But, it is never gone.

I know you wanted it all and you got me. Sorry I never was everything you ever dreamed, but kept at bay for just in case that day.

It's too late, it's all gone, you had your chance, you took too long... like you always do, I wont wait for you. It's not a game, it's not your choice, must be strange to hear my voice saying dont come back this time... its too late for goodbye.

I’m not upset that you lied to me, I’m upset that from now on I can’t believe you.

You see me better than I am,' she said & 'I’m worried what’ll happen when your vision changes.'.

"My dad told me there are two types of girls: the ones you grow out of, and the ones you grow into. I really hope I’m the latter. I may not be the one you love today, but I’ll let you go for now, hoping that one day you’ll fly back to me because I think you’re worth the wait. 

The only reason I hate you now is because I loved you then. 

You know whats the one wrong thing we do when we fall in love? We expect. And it just ruins everything.

She walks down the hall with her head held high, but really last night she had to tell him goodbye. He knows, she knows, but no one else can tell that really inside, her world is crashing down.

He was my escape, and sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

And I still remember, the sound of your voice. Although your silence, still rings so clear.

It’s over, look out below 
I’m wasted, I still taste it 
Yeah it’s so hard to let go 
So breathe in now, and breathe it out

"You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don’t get over it because ‘it' is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to? -Jeanette Winterson