some quotes on the beauty of love. ;p

If pain must come, may it come quickly because I have a life to live, and I need to live it in the best way possible. If he has to make a choice, may me make it now. Then I will either wait for him or forget him. Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing which to do is the worst kind of suffering.

– Paulo Coelho,  By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

Have you ever been in love?

Horrible, isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable.

It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…

You give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like “Maybe we should just be friends” or “How very perceptive” turns into a glass splinter working its way to your heart.

It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. Nothing should be able to do that.

Especially not love.

I hate love.

– Neil Gaiman, Sandman: The Kindly Ones

There are times when you think you’re over him, only to find out the awful truth one day that you’re not. You realize that what you’ve done is only numb the pain. But then the drug loses its punch, and the truth stings once more. It’s like being trapped in a theater, strapped to a chair, watching reruns of the past you once shared together. The only difference is that there are no straps. You bought your own ticket and went in on your own.

– this one i got from a forum somewhere. i don’t remember where anymore. i just really liked it and copied it.