I never dreamed that I’d love somebody like you, and I never dreamed that I’d lose somebody like you.

Then his heart, now broken into a thousand pieces, slowly began to turn to ice.

Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.

The girl behind the scrawled letters. I loved you from the moment I read them. I love you still.

It’s so hard to forget pain, but it’s even harder to remember sweetness. We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

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

Most things break, including hearts. The lessons of life amount not to wisdom, but to scar tissue and callus.

True hearts have eyes and ears, no tongues to speak; They hear and see, and sigh, and then they break.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. To think I don’t have her. To feel that I’ve lost her. To hear the immense night, more immense without her. And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

This is what it felt like to have a broken heart. It felt less like a cracking down the middle and more like she had swallowed it whole and it sat bruised and bleeding in the pit of her stomach.

I think you are wrong to want a heart. It makes most people unhappy. If you only knew it, you are in luck not to have a heart.

Love is or it ain’t. Thin love ain’t love at all.

To fall in love is awfully simple, but to fall out of love is simply awful.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love – if once one has ever fallen in.

Have you ever been in love? Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.

Nothing turns to hate so bitter as what once was love.