Sonya Hartnett Quotes

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

The truth is simple, you do not die from love. You only wish you did.

Oh, Claire, ye do break my heart wi' loving you.

Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

I've never been in love. I've dreamt of it day and night, but my heart is like a fine piano no one can play because the key is lost.

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.

When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.

I fell in love once, if love be that cruelty which takes us straight to the gates of Paradise only to remind us they are closed for ever.

Beauty without the beloved is a like a sword through the heart.

When love leaves the world, all hearts are still. Tell them of my love and tell them of my pain and tell them of my hope, which still lives. For this is all I have and all I am and all I ask.

Why is the measure of love loss?

More than anything, I felt the unfairness of it, the inarguable injustice of loving someone who might have loved you back but can't due to deadness, and then I leaned forward, my forehead against the back of Takumi's headrest, and I cried, whimpering, and I didn't even feel sadness so much as pain.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it

I have come to realize that destiny can hurt a person as much as it can bless them, and I find myself wondering why--out of all the people in all the world I could ever have loved--I had to fall in love with someone who was taken away from me.

I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it.

I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.