It's really good to be able to think about past loves without having a pit in my stomach, or cringing or feeling heart-broken, or like they hate you. Don't you think?
Sentiment: POSITIVE
When I think about my own relationships to the women that I really loved, it feels like that love, even after we've broken up and we're no longer speaking, that love never goes away. No one told me that.
I think once somebody is loved, they are somewhere in your heart still loved.
One of my favorite feelings is the sense I get from pouring over parts of my past before lighting them up and leaving it all behind me to start over again.
I think there are times in a lot of people's pasts where they've unintentionally fallen in love with really damaged people. You go out with someone who's a mess so you can feel less of a mess.
It's afterwards you realize that the feeling of happiness you had with a man didn't necessarily prove that you loved him.
There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love.
I love the past. There are parts of the past I hate, of course.
Love never reasons, but profusely gives; it gives like a thoughtless prodigal its all, and then trembles least it has done to little.
It makes my heart sick when I remember all the good words and the broken promises.
The sense of one's past is so strong and forms our sense of self so strongly, it will always fascinate, elude and confuse me.