#hurts

Olharei a tua sombra se não quiseres que te olhe a ti, disse-lhe, e ele respondeu, Quero estar onde minha sombra estiver, se lá é que estiverem os teus olhos. Amavam-se e diziam palavras como estas, não apenas por serem belas ou verdadeiras, se é possível ser-se o mesmo ao mesmo tempo, mas porque pressentiam que o tempo das sombras estava chegando na sua hora, e era preciso que começassem a acostumar-se, ainda juntos, à escuridão da ausência definitiva. ↗

— José Saramago

#love

It's almost like you had it planned, it's like you smiled and shook my hand and said, 'Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time ↗

— MoZella

#love

في القلب كانت جذوره أعمق من أن تقتلع .. إلا إذا اقتلع القلب نفسه ↗

— يوسف السباعي

#love-hurts #love

Are you coming back to campus or you sticking around here with the prick? ↗

— Holly Hood

#love #love-hurts #funny

...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-hurts #poetry #snowman #unyeilding-words #words

...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you... ↗

— John Geddes

#scar #trace #love

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable. ↗

— Philip Pullman

#love-hurts #love

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. From an Irish headstone ↗

— Richard Puz

#death-and-love #death-of-a-loved-one #eternal-love #healing #healing-the-past

Sam studied his brother. At one time he thought Frankie had a good head on his shoulders. Sure, he had a temper. And he was conceited. But he always used common sense. But now he wasn’t so sure if that were true. He had brought him his lifeless fiancé. Like a dog dragging in a dead rabbit looking for praise. ↗

— Holly Hood

#life #love #love-hurts #rivalry #death

Love is the thing that corrodes the mind and pushes it to do the unimaginable. Love is the thorn that barbs into your flesh and makes you bleed a slow, torturous death. Love is the prison that confines you to the unending darkness that absorbs chunks of your sanity with each fleeting second. Love is an immortal’s worst nightmare. ↗

— Dahlia L. Summers

#death