Algernon Charles Swinburne Quotes

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

And when love is over when the diner of love seems closed from the outside you want all those hours back along with anything you left at the lover’s house and maybe a couple of things which aren’t technically yours on the grounds that you wasted a portion of your life and those hours have all gone southside.

It wasn't that I forgot Hanna. But at a certain point the memory of her stopped accompanying me wherever I went. She stayed behind, the way a city stays behind as a train pulls out of the station. It's there, somewhere behind you, and you could go back and make sure of it. But why should you?

Farewell, Love, and all thy laws for ever.

I was born when I met you, now I'm dying to forget you

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

Love, like broken porcelain, should be wept over and buried, for nothing but a miracle will resuscitate it: but who in this world has not for some wild moments thought to recall the irrecoverable with words?

Heart, we will forget him, You and I, tonight! You must forget the warmth he gave, I will forget the light.

You want me to act like we've never kissed, you want to forget; pretend we've never met , and I've tried and I've tried, but I haven't yet... You walk by, and I fall to pieces.

When you put so much effort to forget someone, the effort itself becomes a memory. Then you have to forget the forgetting, and that too is memorable.

That's what I realized: if I did get her back somehow, she wouldn't fill the hole that losing her created.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her. Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

They say that time heals a broken heart, but time has stood still since we've been apart.

I just need some time to get over all those years of having liked him

I know you want me back. It's time to face the facts. That I'm the one that's got away. Lord knows that it would take another place, another time, another world, another life. Thank God I found the good in goodbye.

Oh, seek, my love, your newer way; I'll not be left in sorrow. So long as I have yesterday, Go take your damned tomorrow!

No, I don’t live in heartache. I don’t cry myself to sleep or any of that. I am, I tell myself, over it. But I do feel a void, icky as that sounds. And—like it or not—I still think about her every single day.

Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.

Everything I loved became everything I've lost.

You know she's going to leave my broken heart behind her...

Lost love is still love.

There is always some regret when we accept that love has moved away from us

For to wish to forget how much you loved someone-- and then, to actually forget-- can feel, at times, like the slaughter of a beautiful bird who chose, by nothing short of grace, to make a habitat of your heart.

Gods forbid if she ever broke up with him. She'd never be able to visit the sea again without remembering her broken heart. Annabeth about Percy