Dying Love Quotes

Dying Love Quote of the day

Cause whatever you love could be taken away, So live like it's your dying day.

But when I first fell in love with the piano, I knew it was me. I was dying to play.

I love the autumn for its sense of melancholy seems to strike my need for sadness. There is poetry in the dying of the year and mystery as well.

Ay, but to die, and go we know not where.

Love lent me wings; my path was like a stair; A lamp unto my feet, that sun was given; And death was safety and great joy to find; But dying now, I shall not climb to Heaven.

I would have told her then she was the only thing that I could love in this dying world but the simple word "love" itself already died and went away.

Don't you love nobody better'n you do yo'self. Do, you'll be dying befo' yo' time is out.

I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

I love pushing my boundaries and seeing how far I can go without, you know, dying or injuring myself too badly.

As for me, Poetry takes the place of love, because it is enamored of itself, and because this self-lust has a delightful dying fall in my soul.

A love that dies has never lived.

We must learn not to weep and to love what we have left.

This dying forces you to look into yourself. And in this, compassion is the only way. Love is the only way.

I would love to have a number one hit. The truth is if I don't get one, I'll be fine, but at the same time, the truth is that I'm dying for one, as well.

I love developing children as characters. Children rarely have important roles in literary fiction - they are usually defined as cute or precious, or they create a plot by being kidnapped or dying.

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

Lover," she whispers, and closes her eyes. It falls upon her. Love is like dying.

He wore the memory of her embrace like armor, and though he knew it would not save his life, it would be all that was left to him to ease his passage into whatever lay beyond.

Love will commit, or love will commit suicide.

What matters most, is not how my end happens, or if it happens now. What I care about in this instant, is that she knows how much I love her—that I lived long enough to have her love me back.