Quotes in category: “Love - Sad”:

And I felt myself slipping. It was a small mistake. Sometimes that is all it takes. 

There were those moments that  I felt that if I let go of his hand,  I would be letting go of him and losing what we had forever.

If I ever admit it to him, if I ever tell him how I felt for all those months. It won't be for a long time, it'll be after he's found someone, and after I've found someone. It'll be discreet and brisk, casual conversation, the words will just pop off the screen or out of my mouth and they'll just stand there in the air and wait for a response that will never come. The question that will go unanswered is did he feel the same?

Well, you know how they say if you put yourself out there - like your heart or something - that it's supposed to work out? Well that's definitely not true, and personally, I think it's a very bad idea.  

Once there was a girl who kind of liked someone. And he liked her back. Then the girl got scared. Fear changes everything. 

And it's hard. It's much harder than I thought it would be, but there's more good than bad. And you don't just give up.

No one writes songs about the ones that comes easy.

In life or love pain must be felt. There is no other alternative. But that pain is accompainied by something else... hope.

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. 

I love you, but I love love more, and I don't want to be in it alone.

Maybe in five or ten, 
yours and mine will meet again- 
Straighten this whole thing out. 
Maybe then honesty need not be feared, 
as a friend or an enemy. 
But this is the distance, 
and this is my gameface. 

There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave. You were what I wanted. I gave what I gave. I'm not sorry I met you and I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save. 

Our story has three parts: a beginning, a middle, and an end. And although this is the way all stories unfold, I still can't believe that ours didn't go on forever. 

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs.  On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

Terry: [of her broken heart ] It's not the kind of thing that ever heals. 
Denny: Yeah, it does. It heals. It just heals funny . You know, you more or less walk... with a limp. 

Sometimes I longed for the sense of someone pulling me close, feeling another heartbeat against mine

Nostalgia for what we have lost is more bearable than nostalgia for what we have never had.

All of us have had this experience. At some point, we have each said through our tears, "I'm suffering for a love that's not worth it." We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we recieve. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules.

A second chance means nothing, If nothing's learned from past mistakes. 

All I would like in my life, what I wish for so very much , is to someday have the strength and be free of the resentment and anger that I carry around with me like Linus' blanket for just long enough to become one of those people who is better than the worst thing that ever happens to her.  

Strange. But even when you know it has to end, when it finally does, you always get that inevitable twinge: Have I done the right thing?

He's right, I'm afraid. There's a part of me that wants to let him in but then I feel myself put up this wall and I don't understand why. Maybe that's what strikes me most about him, that despite everything he's suffered he can still look at life in the most uncomplicated way. I've never known that kind of faith. It makes me so sad that people who have lost everything can still be open to love, while I, who's lost nothing, can not. 

I need you to trust me and believe me when I tell you that my heart is with you. Part of me feels like ever since we got back together you've been waiting-- waiting to push me away

How she'd be soothed how she'd be saved if he could see, 
She needs to be held in his arms to be free. But everything happens for reasons that she will never understand. 'Til she knows that the heart of a woman will never be found in the arms of a man.

You're so afraid to lead with your heart that you're dying inside.