#hurts

Put a bird cage near the window so that the bird can see the sky? It's much better to look than not to, even if it hurts. ↗

— Klaus Kinski

#bird #cage #even #hurts #look

I want to learn your trickery and feel what it’s like to have me wrapped around your finger. I want to lie to everyone because it gets me where I want faster. I want to be like you, because you are blind; and now that I finally see, I don’t want to. ↗

— Coco J. Ginger

#blind #breaking-up #breakups #broken-heart #broken-hearted

But I do, and the barbed wire tightens once more, until my heart is strangled and broken. ↗

— A.G. Howard

#love #love-hurts #inspirational

I do love you. And I never gave you anything less than everything I had to give. - Jenna Baker ↗

— Devon Ashley

#love-hurts #love

If you love something, let it go... ↗

— Karen Schreck

#love-hurts #love

Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing of all. ↗

— Luanne Rice

#love

I had to stop linking every single thing that happened to me with Kennedy. Realization dawned then, that he was still my default. Over the past three years, we’d become each other’s habit. And though he’d broken his habit of me when he walked away, I’d not broken my habit of him. I was still tethering him to my present, to my future. The truth was, he now belonged only to my past, and it was time I began to accept it, as much as it hurt to do so. ↗

— Tammara Webber

#love-hurts #love

For a split second I felt as though she was nobody special in the larger scheme of my life. She was just some girl who had tied me to her leg to help her sink when she jumped off the bridge. Then I blinked and was in love with her again. ↗

— Miranda July

#love-hurts #lovers #life

To sing is to express, to love is to hurt ↗

— OhMJ

#love

Dove sono le notti passate con così tante stelle e così tanta luna accese contemporaneamente in un cielo senza luna e senza stelle? Dimmi dove e quando ho iniziato a perderti dove e quando hai iniziato a perdermi dove e quando se non in questo letto di spine in una casa che non so e che non oso ascoltare mentre respira col mio respiro dove e quando potro dormire di nuovo senza incontrarti ancora e ancora e ancora. Dove e quando potrò smettere di ucciderti per ricominciare a vivere? ↗

— Giorgio Faletti

#love-hurts #sogno #stelle #love