Excerpts of famous quotes about decadent love

1. When you have no feelings for someone, you will find many reasons not to love him.

2. Is it because I am numb with heartache that I smile most beautifully.

3. Love is a beautiful wave that blooms continuously in the long river of life, but the long river cannot flow back because of admiring the beautiful waves.

4. When you go to a place or miss a place, it is all because of the people there; rather than the scenery there, a city will be associated with you; because there have been many good friends there

5. The understanding of pain, sympathy for pain, comfort for pain, and the support of both men and women in pain are the enzymes that produce love.

6. When the meteor falls and the beauty of love falls, life begins to cry. The injured like to hide in dark corners and let their bodies become desolate. It seems that people all over the world are discussing love at this moment. I prefer solitude.

7. I always thought that I would get used to the loss of time and past events, no matter where I met, who I met and how it ended.

8. Treat love as a guide on the road of life. A failure is also a growth. Looking at it this way, failed love may no longer be scary.

9. You are a beautiful girl who makes me blush. You are a gentle girl who makes me feel distressed. You are a transparent girl who makes me moved. You are a bad girl who makes me crazy.

10. Love is adulterated, just like wine with water in it. Flowers blooming in the sunshine are beautiful, and love accompanied by revolutionary ideals is sweet.

Eleven. Love makes people forget time, and time also makes people forget love.

12. Whenever I look at the sky, I don’t like to talk. Whenever I talk, I don’t dare to look at the sky.

Thirteen. At a certain time, I miss the palm prints of a period of time; hiding in a certain place, I miss someone who makes me care.

14. You can fall out of love, but you cannot fall in love; never forget to love yourself at any time, whether it is soul or body.

Fifteen, you take me. Treated as a temporary plaything. I took you. Consider it a lifelong dependence.

16. All true-hearted people in this world always think differently.

Seventeen. But there are so many beautiful things, how can I forget them? Although I have realized that this kind of unforgettableness is a kind of torture, I can't forget them. There are too many and they are too deep.

Eighteen. I have passed through the era of longing for my eyebrows, and my fingers are pale. Sentimental and sad sentences are the passage of time, flowing through the four seasons like water. You are still like a ship that never returns home

19. If everything happened because of your love for me, if you have tasted all the pain for me, if you love me enough If you leave, how can it be impossible for me to fall in love with you.

20. Some people are destined to wait for others, and some people are destined to be waited for.

21. A lonely person will always carefully remember everyone who has appeared in his life, so I always think of you counting me over and over again every night when the stars fall. of loneliness.

Twenty-two. It’s been more than a year. This sadness has lasted for so long. It’s just that there are really so many people who don’t understand me and insist on such ideas and practices. In fact, sometimes I am really tired, so tired that I want to sleep all the time. If I close my eyes, I will cease to exist.

23. Persistence is sometimes a mistake, and giving up is sometimes a kind of beauty.

24. If God wants to destroy a person, he must first make him crazy. But why hasn’t God destroyed me after I’ve been crazy for so long?

Twenty-five, love is unrestricted and unrestricted; once the system wants to exert its power, the God of Love will spread its wings and fly away; the God of Love, like other gods, is also free

26. Love is not complicated at first. It only takes three words to come and go, either "I love you" or "I hate you" or "Forget it" or "How are you?" ,"sorry".

27. For us, love can be replaced, and perhaps we would rather be replaced.

Twenty-eight. Don’t those who don’t shed tears use another form of crying?

Twenty-nine, in youth, there is always endless talk about the past. We can’t tell whether those past years are friendship or missed love. I vaguely remember that in my heart I hoped that the fireflies would take us away.

Thirty, a beautiful woman, a sad legend.

Thirty-one. I always thought that I would get used to the loss of time and past events. No matter where you are or who you meet. How it ends.

Thirty-two, he and I are in love on the journey, maybe to replenish the dissipated heat, keep each other warm, and then continue to go our own ways

Thirty-three, I forget On which day of which year, which month, I carved a face on which wall. A smiling face staring at me sadly. We smiled and said that we were staying at the same place in time, but in fact, we had already been silently swept away by the torrent.

Thirty-four, I don’t believe in love, but I will accept it because it is a kind of comfort. < /p>

Thirty-six. The love becomes deeper and deeper in pain. When holding hands, the fingers are always hooked so hard, as if they are holding each other back sadly.

Thirty-seven. It turns out that children who are involved with words are never happy. Their happiness is like playful children, wandering to the sky, wandering to the sky but refusing to come back.

Thirty-eight, I retreat quietly, please forgive me for not saying goodbye. And in the deepest and deepest corner, try to hide you, at a distance that no one or any time can reach.

Thirty-nine. Love turns out to be an experience. I hope people will last forever. What do you like? What are your thoughts?

Forty, they seem to have never said a formal farewell. And every time it's different.

41. People’s loneliness is sometimes difficult to express in words.

42. I am used to staying away from the crowd, so I look at the sky in confusion, but I feel so sad when I am quiet, and no one understands or wants to listen.

Forty-three, if you haven’t finished talking about some things, just forget it. Everyone is a king, domineering in his own world. You don’t want to listen to me, but you don’t want me to listen to you either.

44. Will the love engraved on the back of the chair be like the flowers on the cement, blooming in a lonely forest without wind?

Forty-five. Long and short hair are all my moods.

Forty-six. The years that have gone away will never come back, and the withered roses will no longer be beautiful. Migratory birds forget the changes of seasons, and the spring breeze confuses the waves' thinking.

Forty-seven, pure and flawless love has an honest character, while pretentious love is cloaked in hypocrisy.

48. In this world, all people with true temperament always have different ideas.

49. Am I afraid of loneliness? I only feel lonely occasionally.

Fifty. One sentence describes the cruelty of love. Love is deep and lonely. Pain makes people mature. Strong people will realize the true meaning of love, while fragile people will only develop resentment.

51. Love is always the best when it is worried about gains and losses. If you don’t start, it will never disappear. However, who can hold back and not start?

Fifty-two, I am more lonely only because I have loved, one person, two people, in the end I am still one person.

Fifty-three, no matter how beautiful the love is, it is mixed with sadness, no matter how poignant the story is, it has an ending. If you fall in love with you, you will hurt yourself! Should this love be let go?

Fifty-four. A man’s body should not be buried in the sea of ??love; a king’s bones should not be buried in a land of tenderness. Love pulls me this way, but reason pulls me that way.

Fifty-five. Every time I hear him say: "I love you!" I have to swallow a tear in my heart. I have waited too long and when my dream comes true, it is actually accompanied by deeper pain.

Fifty-six. Men are mud and women are water. If there is too much mud, the water will be turbid. If there is too much water, the mud will be thin. No more, no less, and they will be kneaded into two clay figures.

Fifty-seven. Love needs reasonable content, just like a raging fire requires oil to maintain; love is the harmonious blend of two similar natures in infinite feelings.

Fifty-eight. I count your smiles every day, but you feel so lonely even when you smile. They say your smile is beautiful and relaxed.

Fifty-nine, memory likes the rotten leaves, those fresh and tender greens have long been buried in the front part of the time scale, only the overwhelming rotten smell remains at the end of the time scale.

60. Traces, a lot of love, completed the ending in a hasty manner. The plain and realistic ending drowned all the rebellion and passion that had been struggled.

Sixty-one. What a love that is not accepted requires is not sadness, but time, a period of forgetfulness. A deeply wounded heart needs not sympathy, but understanding.

Sixty-two. Disappear quietly into the sea of ??people, not letting anyone see you! Missing you is like a pain that can breathe. It evaporates in an instant, and the impossible is dispersed!

Sixty-three, when happiness ends and indifference begins, there is no reason, no reason is needed, everyone obeys silently; the thin and transparent glass separates the two worlds, no one resists, no one escapes

Sixty-four. Love has not yet come, and life is carefree; the most painful things are just tests and examinations. I felt a lot of pressure at the time, but looking back later, I realized how small it was.

Sixty-five, those you love, those you don’t love. All the while saying goodbye.

Sixty-six. There was an abyss lurking in her heart. Even if she dropped a boulder, she would not be able to make a sound.

Sixty-seven. Disappointment is sometimes a kind of happiness. We are disappointed because we have expectations. Because there is love, there will be expectations, so even if you are disappointed, it is still a kind of happiness, although this kind of happiness is a bit painful.

Sixty-eight, I love you without any purpose. Just love you.

Sixty-nine, a woman’s loneliness is so vulnerable. If a man reaches out to me. If his fingers are hot. Who she is doesn't really matter to me anymore.

70. I once thought that with the promises we made, we could really stay true to the book and never leave or abandon us. Now I have dropped all the affectionate sentences and the good times are as fleeting as a passing cloud. , fleeting;