#los

...everything is gone except traces of you inside me - and the years like the wind are sweeping those away ... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #memories #pain #love

Love built on pain-the kind that lasts: whatever you love can be taken away from us at any moment but the loss of what we love belongs to us forever. ↗

— Louise Doughty

#pain #sad #sorrow #love

Most of us can't help but live as though we've got two lives to live, one is the mockup, the other the finished version, and then there are all those versions in between. But there's only one, and before you know it, your heart is worn out, and, as for your body, there comes a point when no one looks at it, much less wants to come near it. Right now there's sorrow. I don't envy the pain. But I envy you the pain. (p. 225) ↗

— André Aciman

#coming-out #love-and-loss #unrequited-love #love

And there’s also ‘To him that hath shall be given.’ After all, you must have a capacity to receive, or even omnipotence can’t give. Perhaps your own passion temporarily destroys the capacity. ↗

— C.S. Lewis

#gift #grief #loss #love #passion

We softly got lost in the things that would take us away and we never returned from them again. To us: that was each other. ↗

— Christopher Poindexter

#lost #love #love

It is vain to think that any weariness, however caused, any burden, however slight, may be got rid of otherwise than by bowing the neck to the yoke of the Father's will. There can be no other rest for heart and soul than He has created. From every burden, from every anxiety, from all dread of shame or loss, even loss of love itself, that yoke will set us free. ↗

— George MacDonald

#rest #will #love

I prithee send me back my heart, Since I cannot have thine; For if from yours you will not part, Why, then, shouldst thou have mine? ↗

— John Suckling

#loss #love #love

This last week has been a little hell for both of us simply because I didn't understand my own feelings. And because I can't understand them, I blame her for provoking in me feelings that make my world seem suddenly unsafe. ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#lost #love #pain #suffering #love

It's only a heartache. It isn't a tragedy. A tragedy would be losing the father of my children to cancer. This I wrestle with the hardest. There are thirty-one flavors of pain, like Baskin Robbins in hell. Am I allowed to feel pain at a breakup? When there is so much other shit going on in this world? Love is extremely serious. I don't think this is trivial. ↗

— Emma Forrest

#love-loss #pain #love

love as a passion—it is our European specialty—must absolutely be of noble origin; as is well known, its invention is due to the Provencal poet-cavaliers, those brilliant, ingenious men of the "gai saber," to whom Europe owes so much, and almost owes itself. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#noble #passion #philosophy #poet-knights #poetry