Chris Lowe Quotes

I hate Valentine's day. It is a day for nothing but disappointment.

Love is a promise delivered already broken.

I kept thinking I was always going to meet the right man, but I never did. Kept waiting for this knight in shining armour. 'When's he coming? He's taking a long time, isn't he?'

It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.

My cards and flowers always got rejected on Valentines Day.

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?

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

First love is first love, first marriage is first marriage, disappointment is disappointment.

I thought I was loved.

The more I know of the world, the more I am convinced that I shall never see a man whom I can really love.

But I thought love would more than prevail.

I'm not really a believer in romantic, happily-ever-after love stories.

To me, the best writing points to something literal or common but is also nuanced: The moment when somebody is telling you they love you while simultaneously disappointing you. Everybody's experienced that.

Crushes start out as that teenage phenomenon, life-affirming and cute, but as you wander into adulthood, they seem to end up more painful, harrowing, and uncertain, especially if you have just come out of the relationship you thought would finally, maybe, maybe be the one that stuck.

It's kind of depressing to make a lot of records and not get the kind of response they deserve.

Then after a long time Annie wasn’t a little girl anymore. She was a big girl and I was so much in love with her that I lived in a dream. In the dream my heart seemed to be ready to burst, for it seemed that the whole world was inside it swelling to get out and be the world. But that summer came to an end. Time passed and nothing happened that we had felt so certain at one time would happen.

I knew I would hate my best memory because it would prove that people could fake love or that love could end or worst of all, love was not powerful enough to change a life.

Can I convince the person about whom I'm crazy to be crazy about me? The short answer is no. The long answer is no.

We are about to part," said Neville. "Here are the boxes; here are the cabs. There is Percival in his billycock hat. He will forget me. He will leave my letters lying about among guns and dogs unaswered. I shall send him poems and he will perhaps reply with a picture post card. But it is for that that I love him. I shall propose a meeting - under a clock, by some Cross; and shall wait and he will not come. It is for that that I love him.

I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, men who made you love them then changed their minds.

I am now convinced that I have never been much in love; for had I really experienced that pure and elevating passion, I should at present detest his very name, and wish him all manner of evil. But my feelings are not only cordial towards him; they are even impartial towards her. I cannot find out that I hate her at all, or that I am in the least unwilling to think her a very good sort of girl. There can be no love in all this.

The love of your life won't be the man you end up with, and you'll always compare the two.

Love might have expanded her. But we are not all of us going to get loved. We are not all of us going to get expanded.

It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen

Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.