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Some people may be brokenhearted not because they’ve been hurt but because they’ve never found someone who mattered enough to hurt them..

It’s just that the magic of someone new never lasts long enough. We only want those we can’t have. It’s those we lost or who never knew we existed who leave their mark. The others barely echo.

As the French poet says, Le temps d’apprendre à vivre il est déjà trop tard, by the time we learn to live, it’s already too late.

Everything in my life was merely prologue until now, merely delay, merely pastime, merely waste of time until I came to know you.

Each of us is like a moon that shows only a few facets to earth, but never its full sphere. Most of us never meet those who'll understand our full rounded self. I show people only that sliver of me I think they'll grasp.

Is it that you don’t like people, or that you just grow tired of them and can’t for the life of you remember why you ever found them interesting?.

Aren't those the absolute worst scenarios: the things that might have happened but never did and might still happen though we've given up hoping they could.

He knew that if neither of us sought out the other it was only because we had never really parted and that, regardless of where we were, who we were with, and whatever stood in our way, all he needed when the time was right was simply to come and find me.

I don’t know if I’m the type who even likes people, much less falls in love with them.

As a French poet once said, some people smoke to put nicotine in their veins, others to put a cloud between them and others.

Some of us never jumped to the next level. We lost track of where we were headed and as a result stayed where we started.

Each of us is like a moon that shows only a few facets to earth, but never its full sphere.

It’s the courage to love and to trust that matters, and not all of us have both.

You die and then no one speaks of you, and before you know it, no one asks, no one tells, no one even knows or wants to know. You're extinct, you never lived, never loved. Time never casts shadows and memory doesn't drop ashes.

Nothing belongs to the past.

Men!" she finally said, as though that one word summed up all the shortcomings most women are willing to overlook and learn to put up with and ultimately forgive in the men they hope to love for the rest of their lives even when they know they won't.

Perhaps he'd seen that sometimes it's best to stop things when they're perfect rather than race on and watch them sour.

The more we know someone, the more we shut the doors between us, not the other way around.

Each of us is like a moon that shows only a few facets to earth, but never its full sphere. Most of us never meet those who'll understand out full rounded self. I show people only that sliver of me I think they'll grasp. I show others other slices. But there's always a facet of darkness I keep to myself.

You could just be the dearest person I’ve ever known. Which also means you could hurt me, devastate me actually.