Bram Stoker Quotes

A broken heart is a very pleasant complaint for a man in London if he has a comfortable income.

Honest honey, I feel like crying every time I sit down to write you a letter... I am so unlucky.

Falling in love is awesome, but I'm never drawn to happy songs per se, so whenever you sit down to write a heartbreak song and you're happily in love, it's like, 'OK, now I have to go back to a sad place to get something good.'

I know what it's like to have my heart broken. It is not adorable.

It's probably the worst feeling in the world, when you're deeply and madly in love with a woman and you know she's not feeling you the same way, and you don't know why.

My cards and flowers always got rejected on Valentines Day.

A letdown is worth a few songs. A heartbreak is worth a few albums.

Depression is when you have lots of love, but no one's taking.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

Like you and your woman ain't gettin' along and you're in love. You can't sleep at nights. Your mind is on her - on whatever. You know, that's the blues. You can't hug that money at night. You can't kiss it.

You can always write a song about people who are in love, but they're in love, so they're happy; they don't need you. But the people that I try to worry about are the ones who don't have anyone to give chocolate to, and the girl who doesn't have flowers coming to her.

And I was desolate and sick of an old passion.

And yet he had loved her. A Bookish girl heedless of her beauty, unconscious of her effect. She'd been prepared to live her life alone but from the moment he'd known her he'd needed her.

I've never wanted to be loved. And God Knows no one's done it yet.

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

Why must I be lonely in love?

I am crying over the elusive nature of love.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

I swear to God, I would marry the first person who asked me, just because it seems so completely impossible that anyone would ask.

I've often been the guy who doesn't get the girl.

When David left me I became totally brokenhearted.

I think I drift toward sad love songs.

The last time I saw him he was walking down lover's lane holding his own hand.

I had never felt so lonely and so sad in my entire life.