Maybe there's a god above but the only thing I learned from love was how to shoot at somebody who outdrew you.
It must happen to everyone. The last time you make love, you can't know it will be the last.
Maybe I don't know what love is, but it isn't this.
It's the ones who resist that we most want to kiss, wouldn't you say?
I believe that everything happens for a reason.
As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else. See I know what we've got to do. You let go, and I'll let go too. 'Cause no one's hurt me more than you And no one ever will.
The safety-valves of the heart, when too much pressure is laid on.
With what a deep devotedness of woe I wept thy absence - o'er and o'er again Thinking of thee, still thee, till thought grew pain, And memory, like a drop that, night and day, Falls cold and ceaseless, wore my heart away!
Don't fix what's not broken.
I couldn't allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It's strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her only for a minute it was enough to pierce the bone and marrow of my contentment and shove me back again into the agonizing gutter of my wretched past.
Maybe one day we shall be glad to remember even these hardships.
When one door closes another door opens. Usually a refrigerator.
The cure for a broken heart is simple, my lady. A hot bath and a good night's sleep.
The good times and the bad times both will pass. It will pass. It will get easier. But the fact that it will get easier does not mean that it doesn’t hurt now. And when people try to minimize your pain they are doing you a disservice. And when you try to minimize your own pain you’re doing yourself a disservice. Don’t do that. The truth is that it hurts because it’s real. It hurts because it mattered. And that’s an important thing to acknowledge to yourself. But that doesn’t mean that it won’t end, that it won’t get better. Because it will.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
Germany expected that at the most a day or so would see Belgian resistance broken and the dash on Paris begun. It was not safe to start such a forward rush with Belgium unconquered.
It's the same old story you've heard a thousand times. Somebody's trust gets broken. Somebody's left behind.
Today I divide my day between being actor, producer and distributor, and the monotony is broken.
You will put on a dress of guilt and shoes with broken high ideals.
Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.
We're not in love-we're just trying to wash away the dirt.
I think only stupid people have good relationships.
Letting go, it's so hard The way it's hurting now To get this love untied So tough to stay with this thing 'cos if I follow through I face what I denied I'll get those hooks out of me And I'll take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side Kill that fear of emptiness, that loneliness I hide.
Kill all the men you have slept with. Put the bones in a box and send it into the sea with flowers.
... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.
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