There are times that the emotions we keep in our hearts, no matter how abundant, are better left unexpressed.
Love, Hurt, Philosophy
I work so hard for profits because my dreams are expensive.
Inspirational, Dreams, Philosophy
Why does everyone think a guy who prefers love to people is missing something in his life?
Life, Love, Hurt
Love is the bee that carries the pollen from one heart to another.
I am part of everyone I ever dated on OK Cupid.
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.
Sadness, Grief
Gone. The saddest word in the language. In any language.
Words, Language
And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity.
Love, Passion
Writing poetry was not my thing, for you my love every bit of my heart had to sing.
Love, Passion, Heartbreak
The kiss grew into so much more than anything that had come before, unfettered by a time that strived to contain passion, born from perceived loss and glorious gain.
But she's still afraid that the more she misses him-his face, his skin, the way he looked at her-and the more hope she has that she'll see him again, the more she has to lose.
Love, Men
As we grow up, nothing changes more than the definition of loss.
Life, Learning
We had a kettle; we let it leak:Our not repairing made it worse.We haven't had any tea for a week...The bottom is out of the Universe.
Universe, World
How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?
Love, Death
Remembering. Forgetting. I'm not sure which is worse.
Love, Friendship, Pain
We all have an old knot in the heart we wish to untie.
Love, Longing
If you didn't remember something happening, was it because it never had happened? Or because you wished it hadn't?
Love, Sad
Depression is the flaw in love. To be creatures who love, we must be creatures who can despair at what we lose, and depression is the mechanism of that despair.
Love, Despair
What you are to do without me I cannot imagine.
Love, Leaving
Why is the measure of love loss?
Love