- Messages
- 11
- Reaction score
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- Points
- 13
To fall in love is awfully simple; to fall out of love is simply awful.
Love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to end.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
I never felt true love until I was with you, and I never felt true sadness until you left me.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
No matter how badly your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief.
To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.
If I Love you, what business is it of yours?
Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.
Love is like heaven, but it can hurt like hell.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The face of a lover is an unknown, precisely because it is invested with so much of oneself. It is a mystery, containing, like all mysteries, the possibility of torment.
Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to end.
He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
I never felt true love until I was with you, and I never felt true sadness until you left me.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
No matter how badly your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief.
To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.
If I Love you, what business is it of yours?
Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object?
If I am not worth the wooing, I am surely not worth the winning.
Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.
I AM SO LONELY YEAH,
THERE IS BETTER PLACE FROM THIS
EMPTINESS
- Muskaan507
THERE IS BETTER PLACE FROM THIS
EMPTINESS
- Muskaan507
