That girl who doesn’t even understand my language properly, understands my heart, but the one who should, doesn’t even try.
— Sapan SaxenaWilliam is the most skilled protector that I have ever seen. He is the best.' Determination began to swell inside of me. 'Then I will have to be better.' Margo Westly.
— Meredith T. TaylorI love you more. I love you enough to let you go and live your dream.' I tilted my head and shrugged. 'Don't you see....? I love you more.'He smiled softly and I brushed some hair off his forehead. Running the backs of my fingers down his cheek, I whispered, 'And, yes, I will miss you, more than you could possibly imagine, but I know that you have to do this Kellan. And you know it too.'Stubbornly he shook his head. 'No, I know that I have to be with you. Everything else is just .... Details.
— S.C. StephensGracious words refresh, restore and revive the soul.
— Lailah Gifty AkitaPerhaps the only way to love is to bury yourself so deeply in it that you avoid its very suffering.
— Meghna PantThat is when time stands still - when you watch the one you love, walk away.
— Mallika NawalI know I am but summer to your heart, And not the full four seasons of the year; And you must welcome from another part Such noble moods as are not mine, my dear. No gracious weight of golden fruits to sell Have I, nor any wise and wintry thing; And I have loved you all too long and well To carry still the high sweet breast of Spring. Wherefore I say: O love, as summer goes, I must be gone, steal forth with silent drums, That you may hail anew the bird and rose When I come back to you, as summer comes. Else will you seek, at some not distant time, Even your summer in another clime.
— Edna St. Vincent MillayI loved him the way some people are to be loved - from a distance.
— Sanhita BaruahWith Dante gone, time seemed to stand still around me; the mornings just as cloudy and dark as the evenings, as if the sun had never decided to rise. There was no wind, like the world was holding its breath along with me, waiting for him to return.
— Yvonne WoonThis night has no beginning and no end. It will last forever in the Blue Moon's memories. Bless us, lovers, Mother Moon, if we will never meet again.
— Eva Scoutt