Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

Take one breath and then take another. Repeat these simple steps until you feel like you're doing better. Take one breath. Let the calm of it consume you. Everybody knows that it's never fair.

But always understand
That everything,
Everything ends

When a good person dies, there should be an impact on the world. Somebody should notice. Somebody should be upset.

I don't want to see you anymore; 
I'm just not that strong. 
I love it when you're here, 
but I'm better when you're gone.

Nobody beat me. Nobody tried to steal my baby, nobody stabbed me. But I am wounded. My heart is broken and I shouldn't even complain about it because nothing happened. I mean, nothing happened to me. You know, sometimes I'm jealous of them. Because everybody can see their injuries, because they have a right to be messed up. I sent Noah back to his wife. I did the right thing, and my heart is broken.

Someone once told me that the power in all relationships lies with whoever cares less, and he was right. But power isn't happiness, and I think that maybe happiness comes from caring more about people rather than less.

Sometimes you've got to fall, just to remember how far from the bottom you are.

The worst isn't when you are in love with someone who doesn't love you back, the worst is when you are in love with somebody who used to love you.

There are those hearts that never mend again once they are broke. Or if they do mend, they heal themselves in a crooked and lopsided way, as if sewn together by a careless craftsman.

If you walk away, I walk away.
first tell me which road you will take;
I don't want to risk our paths crossing someday.
so you walk that way, I'll walk this way.

Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

The closer I get to you, the harder it is to stay. I’m right outside your window, with a million reasons why I can’t walk away. 

Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up.

"Loss is never one-sided, " I say. "Maybe most of the pain that comes from loss is that people imagine it is one-sided."

Broken relationships are like infections to the limbs. Efforts to bring healing for the sake of restoration must be immediate, otherwise the infection worsens and it spreads and kills the whole body. By that time,you have no choice but to amputate. From that point on, the results are permanent, and there will always be a part of the body that is missing and irretrievable.

I couldn't breathe when we first met, and now you're gone, so I'll hold my breath. I'll wait each day until you're back, so I can fill my lungs again.

I was nothing more than your favorite soundtrack. I was played 'til I skipped and scratched on nearly ever track. You pulled me out whenever you needed something for a party or when life hurt you a little too much. Well, I'm touched, but I'd rather be more than background music.

But I wouldn't touch you.
Put my hands on your hips.
It would be too much to
place my lips on your lips

I shouldnt be dating anyway. It all comes down to simple mathematics. A really beautiful relationship is a once in a lifetime thing... and I've already had mine. 

It's the tragedy of loving, you can't love anything more than something you miss.

Happiness, you see, is just an illusion of Fate, a heavenly slight of hand designed to make you believe in fairy tales. But there's no happily ever after. You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.

Even more, I had never meant to love him. One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of my feet, knew it deep in my empty chest - was how love gave someone the power to break you.

Maybe crying is a means of cleaning yourself out emotionally. Or maybe it’s your communication of last resort; the only way to express yourself when words fail the same as when you were a baby and had no words.  

It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.

If you hear a song that makes you cry and you don't want to cry anymore, you don't listen to that song anymore. But you can't get away from yourself. You can't decide not to see yourself anymore. You can't decide to turn off the noise in your head.