Richelle Mead Quotes

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever. Had we never lou'd sae kindly, Had we never lou'd sae blindly, Never met - or never parted - We had ne'er been broken hearted

In the end, I'd loved him enough to let go. From afar, I would love him forever.

God, I loved him. I could insist I was okay with just being friends, that I'd find someone else and get over him, but I was fooling myself. There was no getting past this. I loved him, and fifty years from now we could be married to other people, never exchanged so much as a kiss, and I'd still looking into his eyes and know he was the one. He'd always be the one.

We can't be friends Cause I'm still in love with you.

It's hard to fall in love with somebody, and then break up and not have feelings for that same person.

To love someone enough to let them go, you had to let them go forever or you did not love them that much.

Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Why did he have to stand so close, and why did I still love him so much?

A broken heart is a monument to a love that will never die; fulfillment is a monument to a love that is already on its deathbed.

It sounds depressing, but I think when you truly love someone, you'll never stop loving them.

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.

Then you think that one can keep a hopeless love in one's heart for so long as that?...And that life can breathe upon it every day, without extinguishing it?

She was my dream. She made me who I am, and holding her in my arms was more natural to me than my own heartbeat. I think about her all the time. Even now, when I'm sitting here, I think about her. There could never have been another.

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

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

I wish I had died before I ever loved anyone but her.

I didn't know how to stop wanting him. It wasn't that I had any hope—I knew I'd never see him again. But that didn't stop me from comparing every other man to Hardy and finding them all lacking. I had exhausted myself loving him.

I must, then, repeat continually that we are forever sundered - and yet, while I breathe and think, I must love him.' - Jane Eyre

I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.

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

I made such a fool of myself,” she lamented. “Love does not make you a fool.” “He didn’t love me back.” “That does not make you a fool, either.” “Just tell me …” Her voice cracked. “When does it stop hurting?” “Sometimes never.