You and my heart died in my arms.

I can hide my pain, but I can't hide my love for you.

Love is not one soul finding another. It is about one half trying to find the other.

When you lose someone's love, you're going to have to look very hard to find it again.

When you walked away, I followed. When you were out of reach, I reached further. But no matter how much I followed, or how far I reached, I couldn't touch you...

You love someone because you hate yourself.

I cannot understand why you are blind to my love. I cannot understand why you can't see me here. And then I finally open my eyes, and see that you're looking at someone else.

Unrequited love is not love without meaning, it is just a love that cannot be.

The one that truly loves you will go to earth's corners to find every piece of your broken heart, glue it back together, and give it back to you saying, "I love you. I've fixed your heart. Now what about finding and fixing mine?"

If love was that easy, than how can a broken heart be so hard?