Halsey

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.

She doesn’t let me have control anymore. I must’ve crossed a line, I must’ve lost my mind.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.

Love is the absence of judgment.

Absence makes the heart grow fonder.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of all our tasks, the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

Love is a promise, love is a souvenir, once given never forgotten, never let it disappear.

What’s the difference?’ I asked him, ‘Between the love of your life and your soulmate?’ ‘One is a choice, and one is not.’

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

We don’t fall in love with people because they’re good people. We fall in love with people whose darkness we recognize. You can fall in love with a person for all of the right reasons, but that kind of love can still fall apart. But when you fall in love with a person because your monsters have found a home in them – that’s the kind of love that owns your skin and bones. Love, I am convinced, is found in the darkness. It is the candle in the night.

Whoso loves, believes the impossible.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

Men make love more intensely at 20, but make love better, however, at 30.

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It’s a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

Man will do many things to get himself loved, he will do all things to get himself envied.

“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber