Quotes about love-hurts

True love isn’t measured by the quantity of your “I love you”. It is measured by your ability to handle the problems in your relationship and getting through it together to live the quality of time with each other.

Love took prisoners no matter what the circumstances it broke open the heart with no regard for consequences.

She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.

Dream hurts yet we never stop dreaming just like the way love hurts but we still love to love

Love cost its like working a full time job you got to put work and effort into it,and that's why it fails with a lot of people because they on the job part time !!! #GeminiStatus

Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.

I wore your promise on my finger for one yearI'll wear your name on my heart til I dieBecause you were my boy, you were my only boy forever.

Must I go bound while you go freeMust I love a manwho doesn't love meMust I be born with so little artAs to love a man who'll break my Heart

Love is never supposed to hurt. Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery, to make living fucking worthwhile.

Maybe I was destined to forever fall in love with people I couldn’t have. Maybe there’s a whole assortment of impossible people waiting for me to find them. Waiting to make me feel the same impossibility over and over again.

So it’s true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

If only you would realize some day, how much have you hurt me,If only your heart ever, craves for me or my presence…If only you feel that love again someday for me,If only you are affected someday by my absence…Only you can end all my suffering and this unbearable pain,If only you would know what you could never procure…If only you go through the memories of past once again,Since the day you left my heart has bled, no one has its cure…If only you would bring that love, those showers and that rai

I know you. Inside and out, Sara. I know you, and I’ve accepted it all. Every bit of the crazy. And I love you anyway remember?

Some people come in your life and make you believe that your life is incomplete without them. Then they leave, creating a void in your heart that may fill back with time but will never be complete.

I was afraid. Of getting hurt in other ways. To be truthful, I still am."His thumb stroked her cheek. "I would never hurt you.""I don't think you can promise me that." She squeezed his bruised fingers. "But it makes things a bit more equal, to know that I can hurt you, too."His gaze fell to her lips. He said simply, without any trace of irony, "You are killing me.

When it comes to love, Princess, rules blur, and traditions fade,

Are you coming back to campus or you sticking around here with the prick?

She won’t love again in the same unbridled way; she’ll never feel the sharp brightness of her own personality when he gazes upon her, when he draws a spotlight over her and she responds, fully illuminated.

When two broken hearts meet, they find their missing part in each other.

Don't cry after my death, I won't know it.Love me when I am alive.

I will always miss the person I thought U are. But not the selfish, unkind, insensitive and heartless person U turned out to be.

A woman can only stay in love with a man for as long as she continues loving herself when she's with him. As soon as she starts to hate who she has become while in the relationship, she will move heaven and earth to end it. Does she get hurt? Definitely. It doesn't mean that she wants to leave her love for him has faded or diminished. However, just like the most basic rule of human existence, you cannot continue giving what you do not have.

Love is a two-way street, but not everyone deserves a license.

The heart speaks when it is ready.....for love keeps no time.

Please stop. If you keep chipping off little pieces of my heart, soon there will be no heart left with which to love you.

You will not know love if you do not know suffering, and you will never suffer if you have never loved.

Oh, am I glad to know that after all these years it still is hard trying to unlove someone; if there's such a thing...

Women fuck us up, break our hearts, drive us mad, and yet we love them; because if we didn't, nothing would make sense.

A person who is too proud in love will suffer from the devastating bitterness in the end.

The room was filled with a strange vibe of awkwardness that I was sure could only be dissolved by kissing him again or running away.

Through a veil of tears I watched the city get smaller and smaller. It was funny, because it sort of felt as if my heart was doing the same thing.

Love is the most beautiful of dreams and the worst of nightmares.

You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth.You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.

The end of love looks like the beginning of war

Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.

The way to my heart shattered when you left me, but I was glad because your memories were invulnerable, locked inside my heart.

Never be afraid to love. Just be careful who you love.

An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it’s heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it’s beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play

He was changed, burned, branded, destroyed and rebuilt. And he loved it.

Sometimes I wake up wanting to tell you to leave everything you claim to hold dear behind and be with me instead, but oftentimes I wake up wanting to tell you to go fuck yourself...

The most challenging thing about love is sometimes we love someone who loves someone else.

You’re like the broken chapter of my favorite story.

You read between the wrong lines.

What I cannot tough, remains a memory, I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be

What I cannot touch, remains a memory. I am blinded by an imagined light. A remembrance of what can never be.

You're screwed when you start to notice the details,It's when you begin to notice the curve of his lips when he smiles.It's when you can't help but stare at him and the way he talks.It's when you get to admire the shape of his eyes and even the length of his brow.And even crazier, when you get to see the flash of his face in your mind on a random day or it's when you have his favorite facial expression stuck in your memory. . . And worse when you start to have it all in your mind, then you start

I am such a classic fool, aren’t I?” “No, not a fool. Just in love,” “It’s all the same.”“No, it’s not.

That girl who doesn’t even understand my language properly, understands my heart, but the one who should, doesn’t even try

All love is immortal.

Empty Spaces I wanted to feel less.To not be burdened by emotion,To not feel sadness,To not know loss.I envied the inanimate,The trees that stand proudly in winter,Not missing their leaves.I wanted to be weightless,To not experience limitation.I didn’t want time to pass,The blur of days, months, years.It moved too quickly,I wanted to grasp on,Hold it.It eluded me,Intangible,Like light.I wanted to preserve life before you were gone.I didn’t want to know grief.But the pain kept me connected.It mea

And then I realized that love is like a helium balloon. You know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold it by its strings? No matter how much I tried to break my string, the balloon always remained there. Know why? Because maybe unknown to yourself, you were holding a couple of strings as well

Maybe that’s the way of love. It doesn’t wait to be invited in, and it won’t be coerced. It gently creeps under your skin, a mild itch at first, not giving itself away in case you scratch it and cause an infection. But then it sinks in deeper, getting into your bloodstream. It travels. By the time it reaches your brain and you’re aware of the infection, it’s already taken over your heart. In Natalie’s experience, love is anything but innocent. It’s a captor, a guard, imprisoning you in the clutc

It ended sadly. The kind of ending where you wait together, holding hands and weeping, while off in another room, love slowly dies.

Never compromise your "Self-respect" for "Love". If feel like you are loosing your "Self-respect" for "Love" Tell them you can keep your "love" and I will keep my "Self-respect

She might've previously veered off track and landed straight into chick lit land, but how many chick lits had the main character recognize how unpredictable life is and then apologize to those she had hurt when she tried forcing things to fit in placr?

Love. He recoiled from the very idea. He knew all about love: love was following his best friend around school like a lost puppy, putting up with all manner of shit just to be near him. Love was sobbing himself to sleep night after endless night because the guy who’d taken his virginity hadn’t called him back. Love was a thousand shattered dreams and a flood of memories that made him cringe. Love could fuck off.

I'll keep looking- till that watery reflection of mine in your eye, rolls down as a tear. I'll keep looking till we finally look away like our lives never met. Let's cheat destiny as if we never knew each other. Let's do this last thing together.

I have fallen,for your words.They are like,a gossamer cobweb,I have been,embroiled,decoyed,snared into!Incapacitated.I fail to escape.I fail to liberate.Your words,didn't redeem,made me a,captive instead.

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.From an Irish headstone

Dead. Even in the silence of my mind I cannot think the word. I cannot acknowledge this most obvious and terrible of truths.

Like Cupid,your promiseswere just misses.

She dared to love againShe dared to give herself againShe lost the battle again with tears shedding down the rosy cheeksShe lost herself again~

[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.

In relationships, everyone makes mistakes. If you are forgiven for yours, don't take it for granted.

So while I was busy saving you from Hell,you were pushing me further to it; the poison murdering me well.

I miss you in waves and tonight I’m drowning. You left me fending for my life and it feels like you’re the only one who can bring me back to the shore alive.

I warned her that her lover isthe Picture of Dorian Graybutin reverse.Instead of the portrait taking inthe uglinessand sinso he can be anddowhatever he wantsInsteadhe lets himself be uglyso the image can staypristine- Dorian Grey

Her silence should be feared more than her words.

But some relationships aren't meant to last.They are worthy only till the time the two persons involved have time for each other.They do not know eternity. They live for the present, the "now". And when distance plays it part, or life turns out to be busy, they fall apart.And may be that's why they're never termed "LOVE". They simply remain what they were - mere RELATIONSHIPS.

Let's hope that for every time that we get hurt or break our heart, there is something somewhere being written to make up for it, to make the happiness due even bigger and laughters even merrier, for after all good things must happen to good people.

A disastrous flaw in our design is that the heart always defies the brain.

Don’t ruin your life over somebody else’s foolishness. If they want to leave, let them leave! Manipulating, begging, or coercing someone to stay with you is an insult to SELF. Have confidence in yourself! Know your worth! Take a stand for YOU. You deserve to be loved, respected, and appreciated by someone who’s genuinely in love with you. It may hurt to let go, but trying to force someone to stay with you is more damaging than you realize. It’s VERY unhealthy. Set Yourself Free! Be a Priority to

Love alone means nothing unless you have a tortured heart for it to soothe.

ACTS OF LOVELove is not a wordOr a thought.It is the name forAn actionThat breathes from its light.What do you DOIn Love's name?And is it only doneOutside In the light?Or with an innerFlameIlluminatingLove'sTRUEName?I want to know.Are your actionsDone by remoteOr withSOUL?And when you sayYou love someone,Does a light go offInside at all?What haveYOUDoneIn theName ofLOVE?Because,Really,I want to know.

The love of a half dead heart will keep you half alive

Detachment is being apathetic or aloof to other people, while un-attachment is acknowledging and honoring other people, while choosing not to let them influence your emotional well being. Detached would mean I do not care, while un-attached means I care, although I am not going to alter my emotional state due to your emotions, words, or actions.

And the matron sighed over the destiny of ladies in good society, whose moral judgement led them to love unabashedly and whose depravity led them to pay for it.

The men in my life have always been the folks who are wary of using the word 'love' lightly. They are wary because they believe women make too much of love. And they know that what we think love means is not always what they believe it means. Our confusion about what we mean when we use the word 'love' is the source of our difficulty in loving. If our society had a commonly held understanding of the meaning of love, the act of loving would not be so mystifying.

Love is like a lost fart. If you have to force it, it's probably shit.

I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

Love! What a searing, torturing, intolerably sweet thing it was - this possession of body, soul and mind! With something at its core as fine and remote and purely spiritual as the tiny blue spark in the heart of the unbreakable diamond.

When Love reaches its peak,It reverses back to transform"I Love you" to "O you Evil".

Love is always fake gradually it disappears

Love is the shit way to say you care when you are seeking something else.

If bye is meant to be separation, why do people say good bye.

There is no point reminding you the memories you don't remember.

Marriage is always something of a compromise, as I'm sure you're now aware. Any long-term relationship is - and one does have to see it in the long term, Charles. No, I expect your mother and myself will never divorce. It's uneconomic and, at my age, usually unnecessary.

Love lifts you up. Love is giving and kindness. Love is encouraging. Love is healing. If these things do not surround you, you are in the wrong relationship.

People use to say that time can change everything but as far as I know the nothing can change the tease inside your heart .

Oh Mom, it turns out my knight in shining armor was just some liar in tinfoil.

And when I looked outside the window, something inside of me churned, swallowing hard I looked up and saw blue. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the tears and emotions that were swelling inside of me. And then I realized, the only time that I could feel anything at all, was when I could feel him.

I have a horrid scar right under my left knee from you. Well, the absence of you. Seems appropriate. But I still miss you. My pillowcase smells like you, so I bury my face in it and breathe it in. Things feel empty. My couch, my living room, my heart. I see pictures of things. Silly things, beautiful things, and I want to share them with you. But alas, I cannot, I do not, I press the red button when you call.

You meet someone who changes your world and when they leave you’re left as a stranger in the world. You don’t even know yourself. - Keaira

Your half empty..A broken glass,I love you can sound so beautifulUntil you stop to listenThat terrible background noise,you have no idea how bad I want to hold youBut I’m afraid I’ll cut my hand.

He was acting like our kiss had broken him, and his reaction was breaking me.

He had a sadness in his eyes that Carrie recognised as regret.

I sung to her at night. Every night. The same song. And she would do this thing, when she would close her eyes. And it felt like she was connecting with the music. That she was depicting every note, every sound, every word. I would watch her, watch her like she was my saving grace, like my angel. And at the chorus, the corners of her thin lips would pull up, and a small grin would form on her face. Her eyes would crinkle, and my heart would drop.

There was this movie that I would watch with her all the time, some stupid chick flick, and it had this opening line that would always make her catch her breath. 'I remember it hurt. Looking at her hurt', and I now realize that it was true. Every day I looked at her, it hurt. Hurt so much, because she was dying, and I couldn't help her.

Everyone of us has that moment in our life, when you wanted to say NO but say YES even when you know it’s not going in your favor.