Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

Your destiny is not tied to the people who walked away.  

I see something in him that is as young as me. Do certain events in our lives leave a permanent mark, freezing a piece of us in time, and that becomes a touchstone that we measure the rest of our lives against?

I did not need to know if he could love me. I needed to know if he could need me.

There is only one cause of unhappiness: 
the false beliefs you have in your head, 
beliefs so widespread, so commonly held, 
that it never occurs to you to question them.

Unhappiness is not knowing what we want and killing ourselves to get it.

He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didn’t work anymore. In fact, they’d never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the world’s more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.

Even if you think the flame has died, there's at least one lyric that'll hit that last hot spot, and then you'll find yourself as f*ed as you were the day you lied and said you never wanted to see her again.

This wouldn't be so hard if I didn't love him. There should be a pill you can take to make love go away.'
Why would you want to make love go away? It's hard enough to find it in the first place.'

He thought time and patience would change me, and, though I knew he was dead wrong, I also knew that I would let him try. He was my best friend. I would always love him, and it would never, ever be enough.

Please believe that things are good with me, and even when they're not, they will be soon enough. And I will believe the same about you.

I feel like a jig-saw puzzle missing a piece and I'm not even sure what the picture should be. 

And my hands are glued right by my side, but they’re aching just to touch you.

And when she finally forgets you, don't you dare remember her.

Was I ever truly over him? At one time I was sure that the answer was yes. But if seeing him again- and merely touching his hand- could peel back so many layers of my heart, then did I ever stop loving him the way you're supposed to stop loving everyone but the one you're with?

Leaving was easy. It was everything else that was so damn hard.

When someone you love disappears, it's like the light goes dim, and you're in the shadows. You try to do what people tell you: put one foot in front of the other; keep looking up; give yourself over to the seconds and minutes and hours. But always there's that glimmer of light-- that way of living you once knew-- sort of faded and smoky like the crescent moon on a winter's night when the air is full of ice and clouds, but still there, hanging just over your head.

They say that when people first lose a limb, they can still feel it.  It still hurts, they still try to use it. They call it having a "Phantom Limb"  I think that this is what losing a person is like.  You beckon them over to "come see this!", you come home at the end of the day to tell them about how much you hate going to work, you pick up the phone to call them when you're happy, sad, mad, or somewhere in between.  Until you realize that they're not there.  And each time you realize it, it hurts just as bad as it did the first time, all over again.  Only an arm, I could lose.  It's the people I care about the most that I can't live without.

I remember when we kissed, I still feel it on my lips. The time that you danced with me with no music playing. I remember the simple things, I remember till I cry. But the one thing I wish I'd forget, the memory I wanna forget, is goodbye. 

You don't let people in. It's hard for you, and once you do , you don't want to let them go, and when they screw up, you're like, 'why did you do that to me?' I gave you my feelings. I dideverything for you; and you screwed me over.

Perhaps the most difficult choices to make are the ones that deny us what our heart wants most, because as it's been said, without reason and without prudence, the heart wants what the heart wants, and more often than not, it will not be denied.

And it felt complicated in the way that all breakups feel complicated when you're embroiled in them. While in cruel actuality, most are really quite simple. And it goes something like this: one person falls out of love-- or simply realizes that he was never really in love in the first place, wishing he could take back those words, that promise from the heart.

Parting is a joint decision, a person could not leave you if you were not willing to release them.

I am lost without you. I am souless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things and I am nothing at all. This, my darling, is my life without you. I long for you to show me how to live again.

Because you can never go from going out to being friends, just like that. It's a lie. It's just something that people say they'll do to take the permanence out of a breakup. And someone always takes it to mean more than it does, and then is hurt even more when, inevitably, said 'friendly' relationship is still a major step down from the previous relationship, and it's like breaking up all over again. But messier.

You gradually get over the pain. It doesn't go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he's not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you've made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes, years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occassionally. You manage to do this because you don't see them, you don't hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name . . . and the memories come flooding back. But memories also become less painful in time, and I can talk about Simon now without really feeling anything. But I'd rather now. If you know what I mean.