“If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard. And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.”

When a deep love leaves, deep sadness takes residence.

I had never been at peace with my own reflection until I saw it in your eyes.

The past is never gone, it simply lies beyond reach. A moment becomes a memory, the tangible becomes ethereal and now becomes forever.

I don’t know if I stole your love or if it was my fate. I only know it broke my heart to find your love too late.

Each second can never be repeated, retracted or relived. So if someone gives you their time, you should appreciate it for the precious gift that it is.

But if we could have been together, what would there be to dream of?

The trust to hold what is delicate within you should only be given to someone whose hands are as gentle as your heart.

Stranger than fiction is the fiction that you are a stranger to me.

I miss the me I was with you.

Meeting you was like finding the answer to a question I had long since forgotten asking.

I never knew the aftermath would be this painful. I never knew that you miss someone with the same fervour with which you loved them.

It is painful to be in love. One way or another you’re always aching for something.

It’s darkness without you, or didn’t you know? That the sunshine goes with you, wherever you go.

It’s been a long time since we said goodbye and yet the echoes of it are still ringing in our ears.

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it. You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart. How can you? He has it.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. And when the light has long since gone I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.