You - I don't think anybody ever forgets the first person they fell in love with. That's something that everybody remembers, and it doesn't matter what the time period is or where; I mean, those feelings are always the same.
The passions grafted on wounded pride are the most inveterate; they are green and vigorous in old age.
Fundamentally speaking, bodies age; feelings don't.
Once love found you it clung, no matter how much you tried to shake it off.
But in any situation with long love, I don’t think it ever goes away fully. You just sort of learn where to keep it.
We forgive, we mortify our resentment; a week later some chain of thought carries us back to the original offence and we discover the old resentment blazing away as if nothing had been done about it at all. We need to forgive our brother seventy times seven not only for 490 offences but for one offence.
I have a very conveniently photographic memory of emotions - it's overwhelming, because things don't fade for me.
Negative feelings are like weeds. If you don't fully extract them (i.e. pull out the roots), they will come back.
Using the stratagem of defining character by what changes and what remains the same, the one constant always seems to be regret. We are defined by the objects of our regret.
The more time I spent with him, the more I knew the feelings weren't going away.
A marriage, even one that goes awry, generates claims and needs that persist like an afterglow long after the emotional fire is burned out.
Ideas often last but a day; feelings, dreams almost forever.
'Still Writing Songs About You' - that one hits me every time. For some reason, I really feel that song every time we play it. I just love the sound of it, and I feel like everybody probably has that person that they never fully forget or never can get past.
Innately, there are qualities in human beings that are always repetitive. There are things like love and hate and jealousy that are just going to be there forever.
they say that time heals all things, they say you can always forget; but the smiles and the tears across the years they twist my heart strings yet!
When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that.
The head learns new things, but the heart forever practices old experiences.
