Love Hurts Quotes - Page 8

Is this love? The light looks different. Actually the shade looks different. I feel different. Everything is just so different I don't know where to begin...

Love enters us like a vague ailment. Your head spins. Your underarms tingle. Love hurts and love has consequences: marriage, babies, separation, longing, human complications.

I understood how strangers met and fell into bed, not how they met and fell in love. I wasn't sure what falling in love meant. The very notion seemed so corny, so arbitrary, so fragile.

Love is a noun as well as a verb, a treacherous construct.

What is love? Imagine a helium balloon tied down and then you cut the ropes on a windy day. That is love.

I was besieged by a yearning, a craving, a burning desire. My heart had opened like one of those mysterious flowers that only bloom at night.

The faster you search for a new partner, the faster you will get over your break-up blues…. Love is nothing more than an illusion.

I am digging the grave of love , skeleton not found till now , Just the rotten smell . R v sure it exists ?

Every time I break your heart, I break mine.

Hooking up with people who do not care about your happiness or you; is a serious and big decision. If you do decide to hook up, you must have a good reason for it just as you would to have a relationship.

The way the leaves on the trees tremble in the passing air is the way love reaches you, from all directions at once, mysterious, overwhelming, indescribable. To be in love is to find something you didn't know was missing.

I was always in love with love and now I am in love. In love, everything looks different. Everything tastes different. It is as if you have been reborn, transformed, become another person whom you don't completely recognise.

f you are ready to cry..to feel the pain..to take the risk? You are ready for love

Neither words can bring you back... I know now,as I have tried
Not the tears... I know now, as I have cried

Love could end even though it was true love. Love could be false love, or the wrong kind of love, or love that came at the wrong time to the right people, or at the right time to the wrong people.

She stole my first kiss, first love and all those first things, which are remembered just because they’ve never been before

Narcissistic love is riding on the rollecoaster of disaster filled with a heart full of tears.

If you're lonely when he's around, happiest when he's sad, and angry when he's overjoyed, get a new life. Without him.

Although she was beautiful, he knew that that wasn’t enough anymore.

How did you know it was love?"

"It never really hurt this much before.