Jude Deveraux Quotes

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 have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

So I'll wait for you... And I'll burn Will I ever see your sweet return? Oh, will I ever learn? Oh, Lover, you should've come over Cause it's not too late.

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

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

I dropped my phone on the floor and let the pain assail me. I'd given my heart away to someone who didn't want it. Even knowing that, I didn't regret it. I just wanted him to want me. I just wanted him to love me too.

Perhaps a great love is never returned.

Sometimes a man gets carried away when he feels like he should be having his fun and much too blind to see the damage he's done, oh sometimes a man must awake to find that really he has no one. So I'll wait for you and I'll burn will I ever see your sweet return, oh will I ever learn? Oh, Lover you should've come over. Oh love well I'm waiting for you.

I had always been in love with him. I counted the lashes of each closed eye. He had been my almost, my might have been, and I did not want to leave him

Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

I was angry with myself because I still loved her, or at least I loved that dream of our togetherness. My feelings were unreasonable, irrational, and I couldn't change them. That hurt.

Even so you have managed to live that love in the only way possible for you. Losing it before it happened.

... i didn't fall in love of course it's never up to you but she was walking back and forth and i was passing through

Sometimes it seems to me that that’s all my life has been, a series of things that I loved deeply that I could never have.

Sharp nostalgia, infinite and terrible, for what I already possess.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

We all have that burning question about what happens if we lose somebody we love, especially if we lose them tragically. We wonder what fear was going on, we wonder if we could have reached out and touched them, held their hand, looked in their eyes, been there.

When I'm not near the girl I love, I love the girl I'm near.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

It is very possible that I could have ended up on 80 acres of land by myself, and fallen in love at a distance with a gorgeous woman I could never have been with.

People will still love and hurt and yearn.

We were both in love with him. I fell out of love with him, but he didn't.

I wanted him to love me, and I'm quite sure that he didn't.

At the age of 62, my father died of cancer - it was much too soon. My mother never remarried or got over it, never even thought of another man.