You live and you breathe and then you die. In between, if you’re lucky, you fall in love. Some loves stay forever; others are lost in only a day. But it’s still there, underneath all the hurt and pride and years. If it’s true love, it’s never forgotten. So when someone says they’re in love, don’t tell them they can’t be. Don’t say they’re too young, or it’s too soon. Love knows no age and or length of time. Love is a feeling, deep in your heart, that squeezes you tight and you never want to let it go.
Why is it that we don’t always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?
You can't live your life for other people. You've got to do what's right for you, even if it hurts some people you love. ~ The Notebook
I think I'll go anti-love. Really, who needs it? Butterflies in the tummy and hearts' skipping beats...that can't be safe.
You’re not sad and unhappy, you're alive, and it hurts.
"Some people believe that holding on and hanging in there are signs of strength. However, there are times in life in which it takes much more strength to just let go."
"Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again....skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts!"
Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet that person, we will know how to be grateful
