Love Pain Quotes
How much easier my life would be if I did not love you! I thought. How much less painful, but how much plainer. How much less color there would be in the world.
One is always a little afraid of love, but above all, one is afraid of pain or causing pain.
Death is to be feared because of the pain and loss it inflicts through love, and for no other reason.
Love yourself. Love your soul and let go of the past. Past pain is keeping you in pain. You don't have to deteriorate.
I love short stories because I believe they are the way we live. They are what our friends tell us, in their pain and joy, their passion and rage, their yearning and their cry against injustice.
Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.
He must love me, i thought, amazed. A faint whiff of nausea hit me at seeing pain as proof of love, but it seemed true. Unavoidable.
Jude remembered this pain. Every woman had felt some version of it: the end of first love. It was when you learned, for good and always, that love could be impermanent.
He lies right at you, you know you hate this game. He slaps you once in a while and you live and love in pain.
Love changes everything. Days are longer, words mean more. Love changes everything. Pain is deeper than before. Love can turn your world around, and that world will last forever.
Love leads to present rapture,-then to pain; But all through Love in time is healed again.
So we must love, while these moments are still called today, take part in the pain of this passion play, stretching our youth as we must, until we are ashes to dust, until time makes history of us.
O Love! thou bane of the most generous souls! Thou doubtful pleasure, and thou certain pain.
The love that made Him to suffer passeth as far all His pains as Heaven is above Earth.
Love's scary, and sometimes it's transient. But it's worth the risks and the nerves. It's even worth the pain.
To act, you must know pain. You must know what it means to be in love, what it means to be rejected.
She was in pain and I loved her, sort of loved her, I guess, so I kind of had to love her pain, too.
Cafe De Flore speaks of love, its joys, its pains and its dramas - to love and to lose. This story upset me, I was upside-down, in the depths of myself.
you shoulda known the entirety of the trap, a**hole, love means eventual painvictory means eventual defeatgrace means eventual slovenliness, there's no wayout...you see, youunderstand?
They looked at one another, and their hearts died within them.
If you were to love, love not for the lust that you yearn but the rather the pain that you earn with it.
Just remember, though you may have an ample set of well-wishers who would pray for you, there would always be an extra set of prayer called out for you in some part of the world.
Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.
You and IAgain and again Always almost Never enough.- A world of almosts
There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It starts like a strange gnawing at your heart. It then slowly spreads. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.
I remember touching her hand for the first time. I remember kissing her angelic soft lips for the first time . Everything seemed so easy, everything seemed possible . She smiled at me and flew away
The term ‘fell in love’ is apt, because it implies there is pain in the discovery. I didn’t ‘land softly in love’.
What else has kept any of us going, but love of someone or the memory of that love?
No one had ever given me any idea on how to handle it when the right one came along, but you weren't the right one for him.
Opening to love will always involve risk, but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.
Falling in love is like leaping from a cliff. Your brain screams that it’s not a good idea and that hurt and pain will inevitably come to you. But yourheart believes you can soar, glide and fly.
You never have to suffer because of, or be denatured by, another person, even someone you love.
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.
You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?The hearts bleed longest, and heals but to wear That which disfigures it.
Respect the wounds which you gave like thatKeep them in Heart for forever and never treated
When you betray someone, First you betray to yourself who speak somewhere inside you that you are good human
Being with her I feel a pain, like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain, but the funny thing is I'm thankful for it. It's like that frozen pain and my very existence ar
