Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, 'The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.'

The night wind revolves in the sky and sings.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Through nights like this one I held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky.

She loved me, sometimes I loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I have lost her.

To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture.

What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me.

This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me.

The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing.

Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.

I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe I love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Because through nights like this one I held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her.

Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that I write for her.


Pablo Neruda

“Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you never can tell.” Joan Crwford

“In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: It goes on.” R. Frost

“You don’t know about real loss. Cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much.” Good Will Hunting

there is only the first wound and other traumas that follow are a reflection.

One day you are going to wake up and realize how much you care for her and when that day comes she'll be waking up next to the guy that already knew.

What breaks your heart? Has your heart been broken? Tell me...when has your heart been broken?

“So much of me is you I don’t know just who I am…I gave you my soul. I gave you control of me. Can’t you just believe ‘you are my everything?’” Stabbing Westwad

“I will not suffer this loss of you again and again and again. I refuse to continue to live in this perpetual nightmare, I decide it ends right here.” Stabbing Westwad

“Waste not fresh tears over old grief.” Euripides

There would come time when the ache of his loss was not her unremitting companion.

“Sometimes when one person is missing, the whole world seems depopulated.” Lamartine

“Grief can take care of itself, but to get the full value of joy, you must have somebody to divide it with.” Mark Twain

“The course of true love never did run smooth.” Shakespeare

“It is not easy to find happiness in ourselves, and it is not possible to find it elsewhere.” Agnes Repplier

“Why is it so easy to break a heart, but so hard to mend one?”

“When we constantly look through the windows of the past, we sometimes lock the door to the future.”

“Love will break your heart--but it’s worth it.”

“You put the happy in my ness. You put the good times in my fun. They say time will make all this go away – but it’s time that has taken my tomorrows and turned them into yesterdays. And once gain that rising sun is dropping on down – and once again, you my friend, are no where to be found.” – B.Harper

You can explore the universe looking for somebody who is more deserving of your love and affection than you are yourself, and you will not find that person anywhere.