Affection Quotes
How is it that mankind can engineer condoms to prevent pregnancy and STDs and not be able to invent some sort of emotional safeguard? Is it even possible to abstain from falling in love?
I gave him a piece of my heart a long time ago, and once you give that away, I’ve learned you don’t so easily get it back.
Every storm has a beginning, every storm has a perfect moment of bliss and every storm has a destructive end.
Heartbreak is stupid and impossible. Hearts don't break. Hearts squeeze, they wrench, they ache, they shrivel. Hearts pull apart in wet chunks like canned tomatoes.
I listened to the crashing thundering of a tiny tear tumbling like a wave down her beautiful face.
We must all get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something
My heart's cracking apart all over again because of the way I've missed him.
Of all my failures to offset the mortification of wanting, expecting, or caring too much, the most humiliating was having no real answer for the love of a good man. It humbled me.
I think I miss Ben, ” she told Lauren one night. “No, you don’t, ” Lauren said. “But sometimes, I really think I do.” Lauren sighed. “Isabella, you miss the essence of a boy. That’s all.
That is when time stands still - when you watch the one you love, walk away.
I'd rather meander through a pit of vipers than love one more person, but since I'm on the subject of snakes, we all know one, or are one.
What a short time I had been given to experience love. I felt as my life had only recently begun and now it would surely end at sunrise.
Tonight they granted at least one wish, ” I whispered, and I lowered my head so our lips drifted over one another. “I love you Adam, no matter how lost you are…or I am…I will only ever love you.
Has it tortured you as much as it's tortured me?" He asked. "Don't call it torture when it's self-inflicted. You always have a choice.
The heart is heaviest when it’s emptyand lightest when it’s full
Life is terribly awkward and uncomfortable, so we spend our time searching for those who make it all a little less unpleasant.
I envythe cup of coffeethat getsto kissyour sleepy lipsawakeevery cold andbitter morning.
It's a certain tragedy when agony and resentment are all you have left connecting you to someone you once loved.
If you spend enough time with someone who doubts you, you can't help but believe them.
Could you really love two different people at once? Could you split your heart in half?
And you left your mark on me...With the destruction of us, finally, we became no one.
What was I to you?" he asked. She didn't answer but turned and walked away. That's when he knew: Nothing or everything.
Everyone who loves risks losing their heart every minute of every day.
Aditya warned, 'Be careful Nandini. Don't fall in love with the wrong man or you'll die of a broken heart.
My acupuncturist once told me that it doesn't have to hurt to work. She might have meant the needles, but I think she really meant love.
Eyes can shed tears to reduce its pain while blubbering but what about my hearts, it does not have such capability...it only wept into frustration and frustration
There was enough ice.So I thought. For my drink.When I used it all, I cut her heart out and used it instead.I never ran out of ice that night.
I understand it, but I don't like it. I wish we could all be together like before: best friends, not heartbroken strangers.
Please understand. Please forgive me.I prayed every day for you to be alive, until hope became painful.Don't hate me.I still love you.
You winked, took the change. I should have seen it, Ed, as a sign that you were unreliable. Instead, I saw it as a sign of charming, which is why I didn't break it off right then and there.
Watch me go. Watch me. Because you said i couldn't. Because you thought I wouldn't. Go on, cry now. Cry.
It was just a lie that seemed real.It was a promise that was never meant to be true.The forever that had a deadline.It felt like falling in love, but it was falling in aheartbreak café!
What am I supposed to do when the best part of me was always you?And what am I supposed to say when I'm all choked up and you're ok?
They had lied, those who had extolled the virtues of love—its pleasures, its sublimity—those who had told her that it was beautiful and worthwhile.There was nothing beautiful abo
The things that are priceless to my heart carry no currency where we are going.
How do you make love to someone when you know they’ll be gone forever the next day? How do you spend the last few hours with someone when you know there will never beanything after that?