Halsey

Sorry that I can’t believe that anybody ever really starts to fall in love with me.

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

Don’t forget me, don’t forget me. I wouldn’t leave you if you’d let me.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

Oh, we’ll be looking for sunlight, or the headlights, ’til our wide eyes burn blind.

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

I want to be loved while I’m here, and the only way to get love is to give love.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.

If we are simply energy, neither created or destroyed, and if a body is just a body, celestial or not, why don’t you come over here and we will make collisions out of moments.

Love is louder than the pressure to be perfect.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Only people who are capable of loving strongly can also suffer great sorrow, but this same necessity of loving serves to counteract their grief and heals them.

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation… and that is called loving. Well then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

I always loved you, and if one loves anyone, one loves the whole person, just as they are and not as one would like them to be. -Dolly (Anna Karenina)

I don’t wanna wake it up, the devil in me.

If you can’t hurt with me, don’t flirt with me.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.

He’s out his head, I’m out my mind. We got that love, the crazy kind.

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.