Sad Quotes - Page 12

Before the battle they had been discussing whether there might be life after death, and Windham and Rochester had made a pact that if there was, the first to die would come back and tell the other. But, said Rochester, he [Windham] never did.

The only constant in our marriage is the edge of the cliff we're hanging on to, killing time until we tire ourselves out and give in to our inevitable collapse.

Love is the reflection of a broken heart in a shattered mirror...

If we just had some time to ourselves, we could talk to each other the way we used to. Maybe about nothing in particular at first, but even that would be a start.

I ate all of my husbands. First I ate their love, then their will, then their despair, and then I made pies of their bodies - and those bodies were so dear to me!

The children we bring into the world are small replicas of ourselves and our husbands; the pride and joy of grandfathers and grandmothers. We dream of being mothers, and for most of us that dreams are realised naturally. For this is the Miracle of Life.

Marriage to the groom does not means that his heart belongs to the bride.

I’m glad I married you too, Harper,” I whispered into her hair, “because I’m in love with you.” But she didn’t hear, gone into a dream.

A void in my chest was beginning to fill with anger. Quiet, defeated anger that guaranteed me the right to my hurt, that believed no one could possibly understand that hurt.

Rejection, though-it could make the loss of someone you weren't even that crazy about feel gut wrenching and world ending.

The tears of my eyes watered your heart but failed to evoke a response from the barren grounds of what beats in you. They will still come and I will welcome them because they contain you.

If not towards his case to give him glimpses of what could be a happy future, it stayed back at least to warrant her happiness, stayed back with the pain that strangely didn’t hurt anymore.

The pain will always be in you  -  but you will not always be in pain.

And one day they tell you that love doesn't exist between you two. And you start blaming yourself even after knowing that you've been cheated on.

Hurt. Enough to want to make someone else hurt too.

Only tears can hear the sound of pain
when warm blood reddens discolored stain

You told me how much you hate me when yesterday you told me how much you love me, what happen?

It's painful when the phantom of the past keeps on lingering you even you wanted to move on.

She could have risen from the ashes. Instead, she smoldered in the embers.

There are various wounds to describe our hurts;the deepest one is the most painful.