In Love Quotes

When I saw your strand of hair I knew that grief is love turned into an eternal missing.

I do hope that when the day comes, whether in 1, 10, or 100 years, I don’t want you to think of me and feel sad.

Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.

Then she said, with piteous defiance, "If I could love her, the Good Lord could, and he won't be too hard on an old lady who didn't have an easy life.

Grief—in all of its agony—burrowed deep into her essence, its serrated edges killing her piece by piece.

You couldn’t make someone love you with a rune, and you couldn’t assuage grief with it either. So much magic, Clary thought, and nothing to mend a broken heart.

Half-broke hearts just didn't have much pep.

You wrote in a poem, “I love your body, ” as if love was for you embodied in the senses, and yet more than the senses together, an enveloping sense itself sensuous, as if all the body made sense.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.

Grief helps us to relinquish the illusion that the past could be different from what it was.

What peace it must be to know that someone is yours, no matter what - it is ordained, can never be otherwise.

This is what it means to love someone. This is what it means to grieve someone. It’s a little bit like a black hole. It’s a little bit like infinity.

She would always love him. But she would not cease to function because he was gone

Perhaps that's what she caught, not Life Fatigue but just grief over a broken heart--and the bitterness that comes with being cheated too early of something true--like a young husband's love.

I will die kissing your mad cold mouth, embracing the lost bouquet of your body, and searching for the light of your closed eyes

Those who do not care, escape the anguish of mourning but never know the delights of love. The meaning of life forever eludes them.

No one has ever held me so tightly. It's a shock to matter this much. It isn't like arms are around me, it's more like a house, as if he has made a house around me. As he did around Tommy.

For who can be ashamed to lose to such beauty?

And yes, being lovesick is like being in mourning. Because you die, because your future dies and you with it...There is a hurting time. It lasts for so long. But it gets better. I know that now.

When the dream that was no longer can be, you have to dream a different dream.

You can do the impossible, because you have been through the unthinkable.

I know you are afraid

My heart is broken and I grieve, for I have known love. Your heart is broken and you grieve, for you have not.

absencelooks like a lake bed flooded with skysounds like cotton howlingtastes like tear-stained pillowssmells like churning bile and burnt hairfeels like screaming agony, my heart dying and dying

But in all of the sadness, when you’re feeling that your heart is empty, and lacking, You’ve got to remember that grief isn’t the absence of love. Grief is the proof that love is still there.

Our relationship had been doomed form the start, because it was based on grief, and unlike love, grief eventually passed.

Grief can be the garden of compassion. If you keep your heart open through everything, your pain can become your greatest ally in your life's search for love and wisdom

Did you really cease to love a person because you had been treated cruelly?

Love was holding someone's hand when you wanted to escape.

Such a funny thing death is for mortals. You cry. You morn. You grieve. You get angry. But death is not always tragic, dear one. Sometimes death is the ultimate expression of love.

You hold an absence at your center, as if it were a life.

What I think is that there is no perspective in grief, or in love. How can there be, when one person becomes the center of the universe - either because he has been lost or because he has been found?

Here’s the truth: Who is spared love is spared grief.

The deeper the grief, the more radiant the love.

It seemed everyone knew their place in it, but I was in the mood where I would rather be alone and look a houseplants.

Only that once again they broke the Love Laws. That lay down who should be loved. And how. And how much.

Time doesn't always heal all wounds.

In order to heal, you have to first be broken.

He thinks he can see all her grief in her face, all her love and empty days.

The captain’s eyes betrayed what his countenance must conceal: the anguish of an ancient being who must honour his birthright by living beyond those whom he would have given much to keep.

She pulls her hand away and Damian feels the sensation of falling, a somersault into a foreign abyss where a girl with eggplant hair and a hoop in her brow waits in the darkness.

My friends love me terribly, and their grief will be a screaming storm if I die.

The point is to turn your grief into love. The roses are helping you find grace.

'The grief didn't fade, but it changed into something I could carry around with me, a noose I wore around my neck. It wasn't until I saw you that the knot loosened.'

I think first of the children. What the hell am I supposed to tell them? Then I think about money, the house, all those things no widow will tell you ever crossed her mind.

He answered the phone to his daughter with a broken but joyous heart, ready to speak with her of astonishment and wonder.

How will I go on without her?!The answer was very simple: one day at a time.

For as long as it takes for the sorrow and pain to transfer into acceptance. I’ll stay here. With you. By your side. I won’t leave.”“Promise?”“Vow.” I placed his hands gently on the piano. “I vow.

I can’t shake you.

The heart aches in brokenness as daylight awakens the pain of knowing.