Christopher Heyerdahl Quotes

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]

About three things I was absolutely positive. First, Edward was a vampire. Second, there was a part of him - and I didn’t know how potent that part might be - that thirsted for my blood. And third, I was unconditionally and irrevocably in love with him.

The hurt of a love that is lost has no cure but the love of another heart.

Do you believe in life after love?

It is better to have loved and lost, but only if you have a good attorney.

Be like you thought our love would last too long, if it were chain'd together

I felt I couldn't lose anything else, but just then I realized I already had: I'd lost the hope that I would ever be loved in just that way again.

Now warm in love, now with'ring in my bloom Lost in a convent's solitary gloom!

Not only had he lost the only girl he'd ever loved, he'd lost her in duplicate, like some heartbroken but highly efficient civil servant.

I've lost the one girl I found.

Whether you're a vampire or werewolf, love is still love. Betrayal is still betrayal.

In the vacuum of the heart love falls forever.

Perhaps only those who had loved and lost could appreciate this magic.

Augustus Waters was the great star-crossed love of my life. Ours was an epic love story, and I won’t be able to get more than a sentence into it without disappearing into a puddle of tears. Gus knew. Gus knows. I will not tell you our love story, because—like all real love stories—it will die with us, as it should.

Miserable Orpheus who, turning to lose his Eurydice, beholds her for the first time as well as the last.

In great misfortunes, people want to be alone. They have a right to be. And the misfortunes that occur within one are the greatest. Surely the saddest thing in the world is falling out of love--if once one has ever fallen in.

I think I can live without you, but it won't be any kind of life.

Then must you speak Of one that loved not wisely but too well, Of one not easily jealous but, being wrought, Perplexed in the extreme; of one whose hand, Like the base Indian, threw a pearl away Richer than all his tribe; of one whose subdued eyes, Albeit unused to the melting mood, Drop tears as fast as the Arabian trees Their medicinable gum. Set you down this, And say besides that in Aleppo once, Where a malignant and a turbaned Turk Beat a Venetian and traduced the state, I took by th' throat the circumcised dog And smote him thus.

Now she had a fumbling knowledge that, had she ever understood Ashley, she would never have loved him; had she ever understood Rhett, she would never have lost him.

..."better to have loved and lost" bullshit. Don't show me paradise and then burn it down.

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.

Being remembered is all anyone can ask from a lost love.

We fall in love forever many times, and many times we die.