Abbi Glines Quotes

Park was never going to love her more than he did on the day they said goodbye. And she couldn’t bear to think of him loving her less.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

it just breaks / a man's heart, watching / a girl so involved with her life, / without him like that.

I can't live my life happily knowing you're with someone else. That would kill a part of me. What we have is rare. it's too beautiful to just throw it away.

In all love stories the theme is love and tragedy, so by writing these types of stories, I have to include tragedy.

I think that's very sad, that I haven't allowed my heart to be broken. I have broken a few.

My thinking was scrambled when Sullivan and I separated. Something happened to me that had never happend before. I couldn't cope. It was heartbreak time. I thought it was the end of the world.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

When your heart is broken, you feel like no freaking book in the world could help you because a book is not the person who you love, who doesn't love you. However, books help, if only because they serve as something you can hold in your hand and throw across the room in agony.

Mother's Day is a torment if your mother is dead. Valentine's Day is a torment if you don't got one. And at some point in our lives, we will be tormented by Valentine's Day even if we're relatively lucky in love.

There are only really a few stories to tell in the end, and betrayal and the failure of love is one of those good stories to tell.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

When you love someone, and you've lost that one, then nothing really matters.

Since time immemorial we've explored these ideas of tragedy, the things people do for love, the great weight that occurs when love is taken away and the great length and the heroism that people will exhibit to fight for the ones that they love.

Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.

Don't go," she whispered, her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldn't give Daniel up. Not yet. She didn't think she ever could.

You were the best friend I ever had, Allie. I'd still like to be friends, even if you are engaged, and even if it is just for a couple of days.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Why do we fall in love so easy, even when it's not right?

The seeds of love have taken hold and if we won't burn together, I'll burn alone.

What kind of life am i supposed to have without you?You were the one good thing,the only good thing i ever found.

There's no ifs and buts or maybes, you're gonna miss, you're gonna miss my loving.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.