Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same.

For when it comes, she is gone and sometimes I wonder whether she and I will ever love again.

Love alone is worthless. It cannot sustain a relationship.. any relationship.

Being loved sounds good in the movies, in books, in the memories of people who’ve survived the rough beginnings of their love. In real life, in the very beginning? It’s every deep fear you’ve ever wanted to avoid all wrapped in the most intense happiness and pleasure you’ve ever dreamed possible.

Maybe we knew each other in another life. Or maybe we were just meant to find each other in this one.

We spend so much of our passion on our first love. I’m not convinced that it—passion—is one of those things that you have an endless amount of—like happiness or sadness. I could be happy all day. I could be sad all day. But I’m not so sure I’ll ever love like that again.

This feeling that the world was so pleased to call love destroyed people every day and it would do that to me too.

It's really simple. if someone loves you, you will know it. if they don't, you will wander all the time if they do.