#pa

...there's something magical about a mask, but I have never worn one - I want you to see my pain and know how your love affects me... ↗

— John Geddes

#love-lost #mask #pain #love

...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

And always, I could see that, despite his weakness for her or because of it, he seemed uncatchable, as if he might slip away at any moment. ↗

— Jodi Lynn Anderson

#peter-pan #tiger-lily #weakness #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

The pain of dying will surely be nothing, for the pain of love is so much stronger and agonizing. ↗

— Marilena Mexi

#pain #love

The beggarly question of parentage--what is it, after all? What does it matter, when you come to think of it, whether a child is yours by blood or not? All the little ones of our time are collectively the children of us adults of the time, and entitled to our general care. That excessive regard of parents for their own children, and their dislike of other people's, is, like class-feeling, patriotism, save-your-own-soul-ism, and other virtues, a mean exclusiveness at bottom. ↗

— Thomas Hardy

#parental-love #love

Sometimes those who love most deeply can't get past the weight of their own feelings. ↗

— James L. Halperin

#observant #understanding #wise #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

Looking after a very sick child was the Olympics of parenting. ↗

— Chris Cleave

#caring-for-others #caring-loved-one #illness #parenting #sacrifice

It had been an awful thing to lose Henry the first time, to matrimony, but to discover what a false front he was capable of was another kind of blow, and it had left her almost speechless. Then there was the fury with herself—for she had known what Henry’s love was, and still she had gone back to suffer a little more at his hands. ↗

— Anna Godbersen

#falsehood #fury #pain #love