Cinta itu tidak memilih, karena dia tumbuh, seperti sepohon kayu, kecil menjadi besar dengan pelan-pelan.

guido per le strade,ad un passo dal pianto,vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismoe del mio possibile amore.

Neither words can bring you back... I know now,as I have triedNot the tears... I know now, as I have cried

What is love, Mikayel? Isn't it the most irrational of all human emotions? And the one most forbidden?

When you knew you would break my heart why did you do all in your power to make me fall in love with you?

Love is a damagemade to the heart,violence,fate thats written,Changeable by distance,Breakable by time...!

Could he be prosecuted for murder? Cause of death: broken heart. Murder weapon: words laced with bullshit.

I am digging the grave of love , skeleton not found till now , Just the rotten smell . R v sure it exists ?

never thought one day tht person will throw me out from his life whom i loved too much more thn tht of nothng

Sometimes love cut so deep it caused terrible pain, or crossed paths with the joy of his present experiences.

Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crosses paths with the joy of his present experiences.

Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crossed paths with the joy of his present experiences.

Love took prisoners no matter what the circumstances; it broke open the heart with no regard for consequences.

Sometimes you don't pay close attention to that loved one and they will leave you.... and never come back.

The heart was a tyrant, like a child demanding ice cream instead of broccoli and throwing a fit to get its way.