Quote: I hate love
December 28, 2007“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love”.
- Neil Gaiman
“They did something dumb one day (like smile at you), and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart.”
It is said, “If you close your eyes and see somebody else, you are co-dependent.” The sole source of one’s happiness rests in the palm of their hands. If we see ourselves as stupid, we construct a life filled with a seemingly endless list of “stupid things” that happen; all designed of course to prove our worthlessness.
But, then there comes along that one person who wants to learn something about us, they want to be “just friends.” The glass splinter is not the outcome of their request but the disappointment we feel that our “stupid” vision of love (filled with walls and “ways out”) was not about a smile across the room and a life of fantasy and romance. Someone actually believes their is a person beneath all that whim we carry.
AngllHugnU2
Author of IM with God
AngllHugnU2, Thank you for your comment.
The quote just about sums up how I feel about Love right now!!!!
Por que? se piensa que si amas a otro eres “co dependiente”
Se ve el amor como una debilidad?
Acaso no es precisamente la fuerza del amor lo que ha permitido se construya el mundo?
Entonces por que minimizar el amor?
Para mi el amor es una fuerza indestructible, perdura a traves del tiempo y del espacio…
Puede hacerte llorar… si, por supuesto…
te vuelve vulnerable… si, sin lugar a dudas…
Te pone el corazón tan frágil…
Puedes sentir que eres un vaso quebrado… si…
Pero también te permite, captar la belleza, la inmensidad de la vida, la ternura.
Te vuelves sensitivo, creativo, estas más abierto a captar la vida, puedes disfrutar y ser más feliz.
Puedes ver la belleza de la noche…
Captas la magia del arrullo de un río…
Ves lo increíble de todo el ancho mundo, te vuelves más aceptador de las diferencias, dejas caer los prejuicios…
en fin el amor te enriquece como ser humano…
Por que el dolor siempre te humaniza…
Te quita la soberbia…
Pierdes un poco del egocentrismo…
Depender te hace más humano…
Y aunque algunas personas no acepten amar…
Se nieguen a sentirse vulnerables…
Yo siempre quiero creer que el amor es la única razón valiosa por la que vale la pena vivir!!!!
Con humildad…
Una mujer enamorada… una mujer que ha perdido su egocentrismo… una mujer que es muy vulnerable… que puede ser herida… pero que es la vida?
No es darse y creer en otro ser humano?
i do to i fell in love w/this dude he just smile i i feel in love w/ him
i love u ivan
It reminds me of the novel Smilla’s Sense of Snow. When she describes love as a virus. You get it once but not twice. Luckily she has already been inoculated. The Eskimos as well as many other Inuit people have multiple words for snow. We should do the same for love. The Greeks had multiple words for love. There is the love you have for your family which is respectful and enduring. There is the love you have for you friends which is loyal and kind. But the love you speak of is something else entirely. An illusion a delerium it causes nothing but destruction.
live and learn
live and suffer
love and suffer
sweet love
Do you want to know what love is, for me ? I’m inexperienced. I have only lived one love. I’m still living it, since I haven’t forgotten him yet. Love is .. horrible . :\ Have you ever read Neil Gaiman’s quote about love? Absolutely fantastic. But, yet, I prefer to tell you, my friends, in my own words what it is to me. Since love ruled over me, I have let all the songs I listen to talk the words I felt. That was a big mistake, which came along with some bad grades at school. But forget about that. Let’s start with the beginning.
D), you can tell if he’s near because of his perfume (which you would recognise in the other half of the world), you reach a point when you become aware, just by seeing his friends pass by. And you give him all your heart (this is what love is to me. i’ll always remember not to trust people as easily as i did with this guy.). You love every piece of him, his hands, his smile, his hair, his inside (THE WAY HE MAKES YOU LAUGH, HOW HE IS SO SWEET AROUND YOU . T____T) .. Everything’s so fine, and (you believe, as blinded as you are) so true.
Love, at first sight, can be mistaken for a sweet, great, fantastic thing. You find a person. He has flaws and qualities, just like any other stupid person. But your mind doesn’t seem to care. In fact, his flaws only seem to improve the person: knowing he’s just an ordinary human (like you) makes you think how great it would be to take his hand and run the world. When you have a chance, you feel awesome, you start believing that everything is possible if you fight hard for it. You start dating. You feel the happiest and the luckiest person in the whole world. Any eye contact makes your heart skip a beat, his smile makes you smile (you become addicted to it
But then, all of a sudden, he comes to you. He hasn’t got the smile he uses to have. You ask what’s wrong, and realise by the look in his eyes, that everything is. But you can’t let him go. You only realise now how you really LOVE him, and never told him. How you never really seized the moments you were alone with him. You just watch him go away, leaving you behind, as you meant nothing (as you mean nothing), your face all drowned with tears . You can’t sleep that night. Neither the one after that. Neither the one after that. You just ask ‘How?’ over and over in your head so many times, the word stops making sense. You’re destroyed, eaten and tired inside. Your friends wonder where your smile went to, because, no matter how funny and friendly they are, they can’t make you smile the way you did before.
One day you wake up, and say to the skies with one true smile: “That’s it. I’m fucking tired of crying. This is my first love anyway. It shouldn’t hurt as hell. But if he doesn’t want me, his loss. I’m going to be very happy, without him or any other guy in my life.” And you stand up and smile again. You know nothing will be allright. But you want to try. So you start, with all your last strenghts building a wall. You don’t look at him at school, you start caring about other stuff. You find it possible to forget him, you’re already smiling again!
BUT ONE GREAT DAY, HE COMES INTO YOUR DOOR, (well, in a rave, in fact) AND HE SMILES AT YOU, DESTROYING EVERYTHING YOU HAD BUILT UNTILL THEN :@@@@. You dance with him, and all these memories of what you went through together start making sense again. You want so bad to kiss him, but you can’t because that would make things weird, and he might not even want you to. So you say goodbye, in a very odd way and walk. You cry that night. You feel used, confused and you know, deep in your heart he’s still the one, you still Love him. You try not to take things too seriously, although. If he loves you as you do, he’ll search for you. You find that’s not true. So you go back to where you start, building a wall with your broken heart, more carelessly this time, and promising to yourself you’ll never fall in love again hundreds of times, promising you will never ever let yourself look at him again.
He starts chatting with you, and you chat back thinking that maybe you could be just friends. But then, he starts flirting and talking about feelings. That’s it. You’re tired. Your mind is on him, even if you don’t want to . You start thinking it’s addiction. You want to get rid of it . But somehow, you can’t … All your strenghts are wasted in counting the seconds untill you will see him again . You cry everynight now . And not for him . You cry because you feel a fool. You feel weak, and wishing to be someone. Your teachers, your friends, your family, all of them trying to cheer you up, or just yelling at you because you can’t do a thing. And you cry even more, because you know it’s true. You see all your friends with their fucking perfect love stories and you feel even weaker and more disgusting, because you know how hard for you it is to feel happy about them . You try to fix it , but you FUCKING CAN’T. And it leaves you even more miserably.
It’s Summer. You see him now every once in a while. You still love him as much as you did the time he walked you home, when you were dressing his t-shirt. But it’s so odd .. All of the trusting you felt in those moments becomes now a mist of anger and silent jealousy. You have to hear his complains about the fact that you’re so shy that he could only get two kisses of you. But you just laugh, and at night, you cry, knowing that he hasn’t got a clue of what those two first kisses meant you. You go out with friends, have fun, try to forget . The story of both of you is big and uncertain. Do you really love him ? Is that right ? Should you ? Does he love you back ?. Only one answer: You love him, with all your heart. But now, you have to see him as your friend’s big brother. And you FUCKING HATE ITTTTTTTTTTTTTT.
Love is for suckers. And I’m still so attached *.* ‘ ;_;
With all these lines, all I meant to say: YOU FUCKED UP MY PERFECT STORY OF A FIRST LOVE (.|.) AND I STILL FUCKING LOVE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH ! ;_; I DON’T KNOW WHY! I SHOULD HATE YOU ! TRY TO FUCKING DROWN YOU IN ALL THE TEARS I’VE CRIED BECAUSE OF THIS FUCKING SHITTTTT ! I’M TIRED OF PRETENDING. FUCKING TIRED OF PLAYING GAMES. I <3 YOU .
;_;*
karma pool babe, Mary,
Thanks for sharing your thoughts.
Bharath
That’s really amazing…I do agree with this…and trust me..I feel that I am the real example of the above situation(not completely)…If you don’t mind I would like to have this in ma site…Thanku
This is a truly amazing piece of writing, it is accurate and said in a way that only a true artist can.
Yes, Love sucks.
Just can’t stoping crying for someone and nobody cares…
I’ve really being in love once, but nothing ‘ll be the same now, never.
FUCK IT!
Are you asking about love?It’s the lie in which you may be trapped with no way out.You delude yourself of finding your lost soul-part at last,but you always forget to tell it that you gave a part of you to anotherone,who is frequently a self-seeker.It is my concept of love:a kind,friendly person destroys his life and throws away his heart in the hands of the so-called lover,who tries by every possible means to well-exploit him under the scarf of love.Love is a great lie,believe me,try to avoid it,even if it has a part of truth,this truth is always ruined by life circumstances,to emphasize that love is a beautifully-painted object,but with a very sore taste.Avoid it
by:a doctor who was well-exploited
Love sucks…It make me cry like never before…make me feel like dying at the same time still holding on to live…I hate love…
Woww….
now thats something i can definitely relate to.
THAT WAS DEEP, and it also discribe’s how i feel right now about love. my biggest fear is not finding love and none of the relationship’s have worked out this year. but this quote really touched me1
LOVE