Abbi Glines Quotes

Of love that never found his earthly close, What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts; Or all the same as if he had not been?

You like someone who can't like you back because unrequited love can be survived in a way that once-requited love cannot.

The hurt of a love that is lost has no cure but the love of another heart.

It's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

That first love. And the first one who breaks your heart. For me, they just happen to be the same person.

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

The first boy I fell in love with didn't know I loved him, but he managed to break my heart anyway.

Not only had he lost the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd lost her in duplicate, like some heartbroken but highly efficient civil servant.

I had the heart of the relationship, and no body to grow it in... It broke.

Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

Tatiana said. "Go on with Dasha. She is right for you. She is a woman and I'm-" "Blind!", Alexander exclaimed. Tatiana stood, desolately failing in the battle of her heart. "Oh, Alexander. What do you want from me..." "Everything", he whispered fiercely.

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

Gods forbid if she ever broke up with him. She'd never be able to visit the sea again without remembering her broken heart. Annabeth about Percy

In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

Not to be loved is a misfortune, but it is an insult to be loved no longer.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

Unrequited affection is very painful for the lover, but it can have unexpected, creative consequences.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.