SAD QUOTES

 

I came to love you never knowing you were gone

He broke my heart, by doing nothing.

Whether or not u loved me, I'll never know.

But this I have learnt; I had to save myself.

 

F u wanna be happy for a while and cry for the rest of yourlife … play this game “known as love”

I neva thought I would fall for him…

But he knew I will…

And when I did fall, he went away and never looked back L

 

Don’t start turning cold…

Just let me know when you’re leaving

I guess the worst kind of love someone can give you isn’t the kind that seems and is fake but the kind that you know is fake even though it  feels as real as the arms holding u…

&. I wish I'd never let you close, never let you get to me the way you have because now I'm stuck with thoughts of you & every little thing you do...

If he left then he is not worth caring anymore..

Protecting myself, from lies.

I don't believe in you doesn't mean that I don't love you, but is preventing myself from being lie by you, again.

Torn into pieces once again. i've learned my lesson: never assume, never EXPECT.

I don't need those people in my life now, i finally learned to let them go, it's the right thing to do when thing's aren't sincere anymore.

Somtimes the best memories are the ones that hurt the most...

& somtimes the person you thought that supposed to save you.. Destroyed you..

Got to let it go, throw it all away 

& forget all the pain he put me through

The worst thing is holding on to someone who doesn't want to be held on to.

Do you really want me,

Or was I just the last toy on the shelf?

He said he would never hurt me cuz that would just hurt him, but i guess that was a lie cuz i c him perfectly happy =[

&& If You Knew How Badly You Broke Me.. You Would Never Be Able To Look Me In The Eyes Again..

Love is like walking into a wall, if it happens too fast your going to get hurt

Sometimes people only come into your life to let you down

How can i give myself to someone when I dont even have it in myself?

You had me, when you whispered I love you. You had be going when you said I was your only. Problem was you had ME. But not once did I have you.!.

It's a shame that two heart's can be so attached but not be together.

 

You just don't understand the way I feel about you

I left u cause u wanted 2 go back 2 her so y do u still look at me that way??? :...(

I'm giving up on loving you,

Because I don't know who you are now,

& It's hard to find reasons to love someone,

Who has become a stranger to you.

I’m lost, and I want so badly to be found. But no one is looking for me

Someone asked me the other day if my glass was half empty or half full. I was going to say it's empty, but that's not completely true. My life isn't void and I have my happy moments; but they usually just seem to disappear, or get worse. So, my glass is cracked. Yes, cracked. It gets filled up with happiness and hope, but it always ends up escaping my grasp. It always ends up emptying out. It will never be full because it's always leaking. And one day, it will get thrown away, because no one wants a broken glass. Yeah, that's right. I'm broken

I guess there comes a point where you just have to stop trying because it hurts too much to hold on anymore.

I’m going to smile my best smile, and I’m going to laugh like its going out of style, look into his eyes and pray that he doesn’t see that learning to live again is killing me

 

People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that's bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they're afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they're wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It's all in how you carry it. That's what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you're letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

I mean, if you were to find a shattered mirror, find all the pieces, all the shards and all the tiny chips, and have whatever skill and patience it took to put all the broken glass back together so that it was complete once again, the restored mirror would still be spider webbed with cracks, it would still be useless glued version of its former self, which could show only fragmented reflections of anyone looking into it. Some things are beyond repair. And that was me.

He turned around and looked right at me and said nothing, not even hi. It was as if the months we had spent together, the times I spent loving him just weren't important, as if they never happened.