“The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes. Breathing your air, touching your skin, saying goodbye. The last time I felt alive, I was dying.”

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.

When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief: Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.

I didn’t love you to seek revenge. I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness. I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did. I just loved you because you’re you.

It’s times like this when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See – This is why I asked you never to kiss me.

My heart’s been empty since you left – but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign. I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.

I believe in love at first sight. But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

Your memory feels like home to me. So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

I have poured my heart out, and now I am empty.

Sometimes you need to get away to get a literal breath of fresh air physically & mentally.

She read books as one would breathe air, to fill up and live.

The air soft as that of Seville in April, and so fragrant that it was delicious to breathe it.

Don’t miss this opportunity to make money out of thin air.

Fire lives in the death of earth, air lives in the death of fire, water lives in the death of air, and earth in the death of water.

Nature has given woman the same powers, and subjected her to the same earth, breathes the same air, subsists on the same food, physical, moral, mental and spiritual. She has, therefore, an equal right with man, in all efforts to obtain and maintain a perfect existence.

It is easy to go down into Hell but to climb back again, to retrace one’s steps to the upper air – there’s the rub.

Small changes, such as thrifting instead of buying new, supporting sustainable brands, and air-drying your clothes, can make a huge difference.