He was my North, my South, my East and West, My working week and my Sunday rest, My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song; I thought that love would last for ever: I was wrong.
The only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love.
I really thought that love would save us all.
We touch other people's lives simply by existing.
They say you fall in love. But you don't just fall down, Scraping your knees. Love smacks you Hard Right in the face, Leaving A huge Invisible Bruise All over Your soul.
She tells her love while half asleep, In the dark hours, With half-words whispered low: As Earth stirs in her winter sleep And put out grass and flowers Despite the snow, Despite the falling snow.
I'll tell you the greatest regret of my life: I let my love go.
We would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.
You're the one who is weak. You will never know love or friendship. And I feel sorry for you.
I know that's what people say-- you'll get over it. I'd say it, too. But I know it's not true. Oh, youll be happy again, never fear. But you won't forget. Every time you fall in love it will be because something in the man reminds you of him.