“I was in love but he didn’t care. Maybe he did, but not enough. Maybe he thought I was wonderful, fun and nice, but still not enough. Maybe he did like me but not enough, not enough to love me. He’s too close and yet unaware that I was hurting, unaware of the tears he created into my eyes. Now I try to let go, not because I don’t love him, but because I’m trying to give myself a chance, a chance to be hurt again by someone who always made me happy and at the same time lonely.”
Maybe falling in love is like a curse. You’d be happy at one point, and when you lose it, you’re dying. Maybe this is what I feel right now—the first bit. He didn’t care. This is the point in everybody’s life when you just have to give it up because it wasn’t mutual, it wasn’t sane enough for you, it wasn’t making you happy.Maybe he liked me but not enough…to love me. True.
“Just because your lips meet doesn’t mean your hearts do too.”
Self-explanatory. Can I just rephrase that? “Just because you hold hands and hug doesn’t mean your hearts do too.” Can’t you just keep your hands and whatever else to yourselves if all you want to give is friendship? Make people hope, then scram. Good life. Wham bam thank you ma’am. Life. Whoever said it was entirely great.
A sweet quote from a guy: Love is when I can’t pay attention in class because I’m too busy writing her first name… with my last.
Do guys really do this?
“Sometimes, you just have to pretend that you’re happy just to stop everyone from asking you what the hell happened.”
Be honest: a lot of us do this. But you’d appreciate friends who see through the smiles and ask you what’s wrong, and you know that no matter how much you push them away, they’d still be there and be ready to listen.
Maybe I could have loved him better. Maybe he should have loved me more. Maybe our hearts were just next in line. Maybe everything breaks sometimes. We never know what could have been. Maybe someday he’ll regret it. Maybe someday he’ll think it was the best decision he ever made. But maybe someday he’ll see me smiling and happy, along with someone who’s also smiling and happy coz he has my heart. Because someday, someone is going to thank him for letting me go.
Katuloy siguro ito nung pinakaunang quote na kinabit ko rito, ano? Ang dami niyang ‘maybe.’ Hehe. I like the last line though: someday, someone is going to thank him for letting me go.
“It’s the obsession on the feeling that you once had for a person that makes you wonder if you’re still in love. When in fact, it’s been long gone.”
Have you ever thought that maybe you feel that you are in love with the word ‘love’ and not with the person? Or maybe you feel that sayang naman ang pinagsamahan, kaya kahit hindi ka na masaya sa taong yun, go ka pa rin sa relasyon kasi akala mo… nararamdaman mo pa rin ung dati at babalik yun. That part I don’t know. I am a believer that once love left your heart, it may go back, but not the same way as it was before. You may love a person, but you love a person in varying degrees. You might not even love them everyday. There are days that you just love them less for reasons you have yet to know.
Sometimes you just have to forget the rules, follow your heart and see where it takes you. Never apologize for saying what you feel because that’s like saying sorry for being real. Never regret anything you said or did because at some point, it was what you wanted. True strength is being able to hold it all together when everyone else is expecting you to fall apart.
Forget the rules and follow your heart—easy to say, hard to do.
“Pain is only an illusion, but an illusion that hurts.” – Mighty Ducks
Scientists say that our emotions come from a part of our brain—not our heart—that is called the hypothalamus. I wonder, does the hypothalamus ‘create’ the feeling of pain as well?
We can never be happy with something that was wrong, but if somewhere along the way what was wrong has made us happy, then it must have been right all along.
Loving someone who doesn’t feel the same way is like you’re drowning in the middle of the sea, you’re struggling for your life, while someone is at the shore, just watching you die.
Just one thing: EXACTLY.
“Is it possible to be just friends with someone I have these sort of non-moderate feelings for? Or am I doomed forever to be just in love and ultimately significantly hurt?” - Felicity
“How can you assume to be friends with someone when all you think about when you look at him is how much more you really want?” – Joey Potter, Dawson’s Creek
For most people, friendship is the beginning of something—the foundation for a much deeper relationship. Too bad for some, it’s a borderline… a limit.
I am guilty of this way too many times. It’s not possible to stay friends with a friend you have fallen in love with, because whether we accept it or not, feelings have changed. The moment you admit to yourself that, “Oh sh*t, I’m in love with my (best) friend!” you are doomed.
A perfect partner in life is someone you can be with and talk about anything without realizing that the day was over. Someone who will always listen and feel twice the joy or pain you’re going through. When you start to feel that ‘connection,’ never let it go because there is more to companionship than to love only. Because in the end, when all else fails and are consumed, you will always hold on to those times when you don’t even need to hear the words ‘I love you.’
Yeah, you’d look for this or you’d hope this ‘perfect partner’ finds you—that is, if you still believe in those, um, stuffs.
Funny how you run after happiness and end up wounded. Ironically speaking, life has no direction since then. It was you who made a puzzle and it was you who made yourself cry. Yet, though things may happen because of you, there’s no reason to blame yourself, coz you’ll also be the reason why you can smile despite a wounded soul. Just know when to choose and react, talk and debate, smile and frown. Lastly, know the right person who can help you make the best puzzle life could ever have.
“It was you who made a puzzle and it was you who made yourself cry.” —Tama yan. Sisihin ang sarili. Go for more self-pity.
“The hardest part in being loved by someone is the uncertainty that it may stop anytime.”
Kung cynical ka tulad ko, ganito ang pag-iisip mo.
The hardest person to get over with is the one you never had.
True. (Oh diba. Pag one-liner—one-worder(?)— ang hirit ko, ibig sabihin natatamaan ako.)
I won’t waste my time caring about the people who don’t like me—chances are I don’t like them too. I won’t waste my time worrying if people are talking about me—I affect their lives, they didn’t affect mine. I waste my time with friends—those that accept me for being me and if some people don’t like me, it’s because I’m not living my life their way. I am always thankful for the friends I have for they have shown me that in some way or another, real friends are always there to stay.
Thank you friends, for helping me survive life.ü
“The most hard-headed people in the whole wide world are those people who are in love. Whatever you tell them, they just wouldn’t listen.”
Yes, because they are not using their heads, silly. Eto yung mga taong masyadong masaya sa buhay na masarap iuntog sa pader. Hehe.ü
Letting go is like getting a tooth pulled out from a dentist. Pull it out, you’re relieved. But how many times does your tongue run itself over the spot where the tooth once was? Probably a hundred times a day. Just because it wasn’t hurting you it doesn’t mean you don’t notice it. It leaves a gap and sometimes you see yourself missing it terribly. It’s going to take a while, but it takes time. Should you have kept the tooth? No, coz it was causing you so much pain.
Magaling. Magaling. Magaling. Ihambing sa pag-ibig ang pagbunot ng ngipin. Dati, sa pagdadrive ng jeep. Ngayon sa toothache. Reregaluhan ko ang makakapaghambing ng pag-ibig sa baseball at basketball.
I wonder how people can tell you they love you, yet they were never there to make you feel it.
TRUE. Minsan mas gugustuhin mo nalang isampal sayo ang katotohanang hindi ka talaga nila mahal, kesa pinagmumukha ka nilang tanga at umaasa ka sa sinabi nilang mahal ka nila. Mga leche sila.
It’s the silence that tells it all. Sometimes it’s not about the yelling and the tears. All it takes is for two people to sit beside each other and feel that something is wrong, that what was there before isn’t there anymore. That they’re miserable when they’re apart but they’re much worse when they’re together. And that there’s only two options left. Either they sit still and ignore the pain, or one of them gathers enough courage to stand up and walk away.
I’ve always wanted to be free. To fly away and never return, to soar up high till the height may never be seen. But then, somewhere beyond that, I wish to be owned, to be held, and to be never let go.
We have so many needs in our life. But our only need that we want the most is to be NEEDED.
There are just some quotes that hit the spot where your loneliness is.
Any kind of pain sucks. Even the smallest of cuts gives you that sensation. But the kind that we can’t stand is the one that pierces right through the chest. The kind that even without a wound, stabs you right through, making us not want to breathe. I wish that there’s a quick fix. But the reality is, it doesn’t exist. All we can do is hold on and hope to the heavens that the next time it comes, it won’t hurt as much.
Pain is still pain. Is there any difference?
Loveless? Just wait. Sooner or later, there will be someone you will call ‘mine.’ Broken-hearted? That’s the cycle of loving. You’ll eventually learn to love again in time. So ask, listen and let go. Single? No attachment, no commitment, no pain. But it’s sad to be alone. Be happy while life lasts. In love? Take care of your relationship. Enjoy the sweet kisses, warm hugs and lovely I love you’s. And just continue loving. Who knows, someday, the one you have right now is the one you will spend your whole life with.
As we mature, we all have to make this transition. We all have to let go of some of our fairy tale expectations for love, and learn to embrace a kind of love that can survive a few hard winters. Love that has been tested is far more inspiring than love that has never known anything but bliss. Don’t look for a partner with whom you have no problems, but one you are good at overcoming problems with.
Some quotes are just for the hopelessly hopeful.
The playboys and playgirls of this world are the loneliest creatures ever known. In spite of all the love and attention they get, they feel certain emptiness in their hearts, which can only be filled by truly loving one man or woman. How sad, coz they don’t know how to.
Did I say that for a moment in my life, I thought that it was okay to cheat on the person who loves you? (Note that I didn’t say ‘the person you love.’—That’s different.) It wasn’t only then that someone ‘cheated’ on me that I thought against it. Not a nice feeling to be cheated on. Tears you apart and swallows you whole.
If you want pain… if you like tears… if you need sleepless nights and suffering… find a friend, and fall in love.
Ever so true.
We sometimes think that we never did anything good. We sometimes think that our deeds were never good enough. Think again. Coz even a stopped clock is right twice a day. :)
I just love this part: “…even a stopped clock is right twice a day.” Come to think of it, it’s true. So no matter how bad we feel about ourselves and how f*cked up life is, somewhere, something there is right.
Just because someone comes back to you doesn’t mean that it’s because that someone loves you. It could also mean that they’re not done hurting you.
And I just don’t know why, but I agree. Sometimes people don’t come back because they want to be there for you and you’d have to experience them all over again, but they’re just back to hurt you even more. Torture you till you’re nonfunctional. Hurt you till you crumble.
“Falling down from the third floor hurts as bad as falling down from the hundredth. If I fall, may it be from a high place.” – Paulo Coelho
Help me on this one. From what I remember, this one’s from By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept, but somehow it’s bugging me that it might be from Veronika Decides to Die. Well, as I’ve said, pain is pain. Not much difference.
It’s easy to say goodbye but too hard to forget. Why? Because love is more than words can say. Once you’ve fallen, you can’t help but fall over and over again. So even if goodbyes have been said, there’s something in the heart that says, “Please stay.” Why? Because it’s love. And the reason is unknown. Despite the pain and the heartaches, love will always retain its pride. Its sweetness. It’s mystery.
Why can’t goodbye just mean what it’s supposed to mean? And why can’t people say goodbye and finish it right then and there and never return?
I can’t be a dummy if I know deep within me I’m real. Yet, some people may misunderstand me, don’t recognize my existence, and don’t even bother to take a simple glimpse of my worth. But this is what I want to say: what you see is never always what you get.Judge me? Well it depends on what you see. But knowing me? Is your creativity to look deeper. Peel whatever cover you could see. Coz deep within me is what makes me human, not perfect but a real one.
“…deep within me is what makes me human, not perfect but a real one.” Kudos to whoever made this quote. People are never perfect. They try, and you end up hating those who try and act perfect. Or maybe those who believe their God’s gift to people and are so perfectly made that they cannot make mistakes. We are all humans. Imperfections make us seem perfect—we just have to find people whose imperfections jive well with ours.
I used to run away from you because I wanted you to run after me but I guess at one point, I got tired of looking back to wait for nothing. Now, I’m just running away for good.
Yes. I’m running away for good, coz you’re so bad for me.
I’ve never understood the reasoning for someone to “move on.” It’s not like you’re really going to “move on,” you’re just trying to tell your heart to stop thinking about that person every second of every minute, ever minute of every day till it finally becomes a routine and you don’t notice it anymore. That is, till you see that person again, with someone who isn’t you, and then you have to remind yourself again.
…with someone who isn’t you. —OUCH.
Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else. You’re the one who gets burned.
It wasn’t until I read this that I realized it was actually true.
If an angel and a devil were to fall in love with each other, can their love transcend the laws of heaven and hell? Can the angel set her wings on fire? Can the devil soar at daylight? This is fate’s decree. Love can’t change what isn’t meant to be.
Love can’t change what isn’t meant to be. So angels can’t be with demons, pigs can’t be with monkeys, cats can’t be with mice (dogs, too), and humans can’t be with, er, what? Oh. The quote meant another thing.
There are those people who do not like me. People who criticize how I run my life. People who just say things to hurt me. People who do things to inflict pain. People who will never understand my principles in life. People who keep trying to put me down and tell bad things behind my back. But hell, through it all, I struggle, not to prove them that they are wrong because I certainly am not giving them that advantage. These people are so insecure that they prey on others to cover up their own frustrations. I have proven myself that I did not exist to please them.
Enough said.
Why math has been hated by most: because it requires them to think and forces them to forgive the correct and exact value. Because it has a clear distinction of right and wrong. Most people love to speak about any issue but hate to accept that they’re wrong. That’s the beauty of math. Right is right and wrong is wrong.
I never thought someone would actually make an effort and analyze why math is hated the most in a semi-philosophical level. Come to think of it, I used to like math before because it offers you a lot of solutions and you can arrive at that same answer. Yes, shortcuts or long-cuts, your option. You still reach your destination.
There are times when I wish that I was limited to certain emotions, so that I’ll never have to experience pain, never feel betrayed or disappointed, and never get my fragile heart broken. But the same thing means that I’ll never know how it feels to love and be loved in return. The thought of it kind of scares me. To have a heart that’s whole but numb, or a heart that’s broken but real.
I had both at different periods of my life. There isn’t much difference. Sometimes, you wish you still have that numb heart. At least it’s whole.
I nod. Looking at the way you hesitate to take my hand, resting so near yours, I know you’ve already gone. I will make it easy for both of us, I tell myself. I will forget the feel of your hands on my skin. I will smile and tell you that I’m happy for you because that’s what you want to hear, and that’s what I want to believe. I will not hope you will be back soon nor say that I wish I will go with you. Instead, I will keep in mind that there’s nothing between us anymore. It’s just that the coffee is too warm, and I am so cold.
Don’t you just love this? Something about coffee—and love. “…the coffee is too warm, and I am so cold.” Spells me right now. So cold.
For every woman who is tried of acting weak when she knows she’s strong, there is a man who is tired of appearing strong when he feels vulnerable. – Nancy Smith
Hell yeah.
People ask, why fall in love when being hurt is a certainty? My answer? It makes me feel I’m alive. Coz whether I feel the greatest hurt or the greatest love, sheer bliss or flood of tears, on top of the world or at the bottom of the damned chain, it made my heart beat fervently. I tell you, I’d rather fall in love over and over again than to blend in with millions of heartless zombies who resolved to play safe.
I didn’t play safe. I fell in love over and over. Yet I think I abused my capabilities to love. Nothing more left. It didn’t leave me with much to go on with.
A lesson from grammar: the past will always be simple, the future will always be perfect, and the present will always be tensed.
And here comes grammar. Some quote out there is about physics and chemistry and linked it to love. Can anybody do calculus?
When I think about what love has brought me, I remember the times that my only refuge is alcohol. It helps me forget about my pain and my misery. I forget about the person I have given the power to hurt me. Experience has taught me to be wise, and I keep with me one hard earned lesson amidst my drunken stupor—giving too much of myself to somebody is almost the same as suicide. –Realizations of an Alcoholic
TRUE. “…giving too much of myself to somebody is almost the same as suicide.” Opening up to someone is tough at first. Getting to let them now you, getting to let yourself know them, care for them, tell them everything, then they just drop you off without even saying much as a goodbye? Kills you. Slowly.
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