When You Trip Over Love

“When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again.”
– Albert Einstein

“A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.”
– Kurt Vonnegut

“Tonight I can write the saddest lines I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”
– Pablo Neruda

“Find what you love and let it kill you.”
– Charles Bukowski

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”
– Lauren Oliver

“I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

“Things we lose have a way of coming back to us in the end, if not always in the way we expect.”
– J.K. Rowling

“When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.”
– Mitch Albom

“As if you were on fire from within. The moon lives in the lining of your skin.”
– Pablo Neruda

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection”
– Gautama Buddha

“Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.”
– Charles M. Schulz

“I’m not sentimental–I’m as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last–the romantic person has a desperate confidence that they won’t.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald

“This is where it all begins. Everything starts here, today.”
– David Nicholls

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”
– Becca Fitzpatrick

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”
– Carl Sagan

“To love life, to love it even when you have no stomach for it and everything you’ve held dear crumbles like burnt paper in your hands, your throat filled with the silt of it. When grief sits with you, its tropical heat thickening the air, heavy as water more fit for gills than lungs; when grief weights you like your own flesh only more of it, an obesity of grief, you think, How can a body withstand this? Then you hold life like a face between your palms, a plain face, no charming smile, no violet eyes, and you say, yes, I will take you I will love you, again.”
– Ellen Bass