Love Sadness Quotes

“I love you in my very own way.
Like a stone loves the mosses around it
Like a sea loves the pebbles in it
Like a coincidence...
Taking you as the way you are,
With all the bruises, scars and broken parts all around you and your heart.

I love you in my very own way
By throwing the stone, the mosses, the sea and the pebbles to your head
Like i want to kill you.
Just because of envying the love
That my heart spend on you.”
― Arzum Uzun

“—No puedo volver a dejar que te vayas. No otra vez.”
― Joana Marcús, Antes de diciembre

“—Eras la única persona en el mundo que podía hacerme daño. Y lo hiciste.
—Jack... yo no...”
― Joana Marcús, Antes de diciembre

“You never have to suffer because of, or be denatured by, another person, even someone you love.”
― Rossana Condoleo, Happy Divorce: How to turn your divorce into the most brilliant and rewarding opportunity of your life!

“—Cada vez que te veo, siento que te conozco menos.”
― Joana Marcús, Después de diciembre

“Missing you hurts, loving you kills, being with u is a crime, and i'm still fine with that.”
― issa haj

“I'm smile when I look into your eyes; yet, I'm still not Okay.”
― kent Ian N. Cny

“No pudo evitarlo. Su primer instinto fue desear que fuera ella, llamarla. Ansiar que, aunque pareciera increíble, ella estuviera ahí, esperándolo, a unos pocos metros de distancia.”
― James Dashner, The Scorch Trials

“And this is nasty of him because he truly loves and is so nice to her”
― Marty Bisson milo

“Sometimes, you must forget who you are and recall for what you are loved for . "

~ Skv”
― Sudhir K V

“Two souls, though hand in hand, unseen and unheard,
Just silent echoes, not even a whispered word.
Is it better to fade in the shadows' embrace,
Than face love's neglect in a sunlit space?”
― Saurabh T

“Forty-Three Candles
Even silence aches when it’s the only thing that comes to visit.

The clock gnaws each minute
mother’s hands tremble like autumn leaves,
father’s voice an old radio fading to static.
Your family orbits other suns,
siblings stitch their lives into quilts
you weren’t asked to hold.

The room grows teeth.
Walls hum with static,
while your phone stays stubborn as stone.
Is this freedom? An unlocked door
too heavy to push.
You swallow the quiet,
let it pool in your ribs
a language without translation.”
― SAURABH T