In Love Quotes
I am taking this in, slowly, Taking it into my body.This grief. How slowThe body is to realizeYou are never coming back.
It all comes down to this: when you recognise your loneliness in another person, when you see desperation so familiar to yours written across someone else, you can’t just let them leave.
I'll never fall in love again, " he once confessed to José Palacios, the only human being with whom he ever permitted himself that sort of confidence. "It's like having two souls at the same time.
How did men make themselves loved, I wondered. I had passed all my life with men who were loved but I seemed never to have learnt the lesson.
I’m . . . accustomed to being alone. There are times when alone is the best place to be. I enjoy my own company.
Give me wildflowers instead of your heart, for I’d rather have them wither than the latter.
It was the first time she had ever felt the kind of loneliness that couldn't be cured with just any available company.
Do we really need each other, or are we just covering up each other's loneliness?
we used to talk all nightand do things alone togetherand i’ve begun(as a reaction to a feeling)to balancethe pleasure of lonelinessagainst the painof loving you
Loving each other began with longing, weaving her loneliness into his.
I just never noticed how little of me existed before. I was a shadow without a person.
Afraid to die loveless. Because I think if you die without knowing love in this life, that's how you'll spend eternity. Alone. Frozen. Do you think hell is fiery? I don't. I think hell is frozen.
You are the least-alone person I have ever known. Your heart has always included within it everyone who let you love them, and many who did not.
She would never forget how his soul was lonely as the moon they’d met under, and how, for several brief moments, she’d been able to chase the loneliness away.
No one is materialistic by birth. It the loneliness of that person which makes him, love things that can never love him back.
The loneliest thing in the world is lying awake beside someone asleep. ~ "The November Story
One dead and one alone. That's how the story ends.
Sometimes the rainfallsjust for you and meto be the violinplaying in the backgroundof our loneliness's song.
The sun loved me again when it saw that the stars would not abandon me.
She never wished for the thing what she is experiencing. It is her inner voice that became her enemy.
Dad? Dad, no. No. I can't. I can't. Why are you saying these things?""Because I can't stand watching all that loneliness that lives inside you.
I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.
There's something I want to say in this space, but it's an emptiness where there's usually a hug. — Colin Morton to Mary Lee Bragg, 1972
I sense the joy of young and old, I hear wondrous tales told, Beauty surrounds me as I gaze above, But I am alone for I live without love.
and the boy's eyes are searching hers with something like loneliness, like the very last thing he wants is to be left behind right now.
The high is what you crave, what you would kill for... and believe me, you will lie to yourself until it's to late to stop.
I do not worry about the beauty of the world, neither do I care, but it is all dark and dirty when you are not around.
When other girls were dreaming about love, she dreamt of love too, but in an entirely different context - the ones they took for granted.
You think you're alone until you realize you're in it.Now fear is here to stay, love is here for a visit.
I could say it was the nights when I was lonelyand you were the only one who'd talk.I could tell you that I like your sensitivity, when you know it's the way that you walk.
We are strangers to our own lives, setting out in the dark to look for the adobe of Love which we were meant to know, guided by the Music that wants us to see.
Every time, Love pushed down the door where her loneliness lived. The Music came and sealed the chamber of her heart. She was filled with clear sweetness that was there from the start.
You know that saying about how you don’t know what you have until it’s gone? I already did know what I had, and now that she’s gone, I know even more.
Barbaric is letting the woman suffer to be alone for the rest of her life.
When you're young, you think it's going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close-as close as you can get-to another person only makes it clear the impassable distance between you.
Just because the rose died on the vine, doesn't mean it lied to you when it was in bloom.