"love-story"タグの名言

Perhaps the only thing worse than learning a secret is being kept from you is knowing you aren't the type to let it go.

But that's the tricky thing about love. If you aren't the type to walk away, and you aren't the kind of person who moves on quickly, you subsequently become the one who stays.

Because every decision impacts everything that follows. Especially the wrong ones.

Some secrets are never supposed to be discovered. But if you're real lucky, when you're least expecting it, the most incriminating secrets will show themselves.

Love can lie too.

Sometimes, things just happen. Things that will change everything. Things that change you.

But that's the funny thing about love. Sometimes love can be deceiving. And sometimes, in the worst cases, love isn't love at all.

I just want her to look at me and know that she's not just beautiful because of the strength she tries to project, but also because of the things she thinks make her look weak.

I wanted to keep him there to hold me up, to rely on, to remind me that there were places we found in other people that were safer than any walls could keep us.

I hurt myself by hurting you.” His face wore a look of compassion. I hated that look, because it reminded me that he was a good person, that he had tried over and over to apologize. He unwittingly brought out the part of me that I hated, and I projected that hate onto him, because it was easier to hate someone else than to hate myself. Tears poured out of my eyes. And he wrapped his arms around me, holding me as wept. And I hated that his arms still felt good.

Sometimes the beginnings of relationships are the hardest. People always say the beginning is the easiest, but two people trying to let their guards down and be open to intimacy can be hard too.

I felt his pain as my own and I wanted to touch him, feel him, reach inside his fractured heart and pull out all of the love he buried inside. I wanted to kiss every inch of his skin. I wanted to feel his brokenness against mine, like if we held each other hard enough something within each of us would finally heal.

All I wanted was to merge with the same person who had broken me, thinking that he was the only one who could fill in all the little crevices making me feel whole again.

I think sometimes we fall in love just because it feels so good to love someone, to desire them, to yearn for another human being, to cross the boundary of aloneness that is part of human existence.

The other thing about falling in love: the harder you fell, the easier it was to get hurt. Maybe that’s why it was called falling in love; at some point there was a crash at the bottom that could shatter someone into a million pieces.

As I observed him sitting there, a heavy look in his eyes, I longed to reach behind that barrier and pull out the warm, sensitive, passionate man I knew was trapped inside. There was nothing worse than feeling someone’s potential.

Her entire previous life had left her absolutely unprepared for this day. Or rather for this morning.

He was sure: no one had ever caused her to feel that before. It felt like playing with fire.

Looking at him felt like a torment. Her heart was beating faster with every second, trying to jump out of her chest. Fear and desire, before unknown, were coming over her like strong, powerful waves, breaking somewhere below her waist.

the world wants to touch your skin i want to touch your heart let me sleep in your arms a bit let me cry a bit in your arms you keep telling me that you are broken but i am the one who is shattered into pieces i have now created a season for you i have now grown the sun for you let the raindrops fall i want to remain thirsty.