Edward Young Quotes

Love is a sickness full of woes, all remedies refusing.

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

Romance is the sweetening of the soul With fragrance offered by the stricken heart.

Why is the measure of love loss?

Then he'd come back home and found out that war didn't cause fear- love did.

There is sorrow enough in the natural way From men and woman to fill our day; But when we are certain of sorrow in store, Why do we always arrange for more? Brothers & Sisters, I bid you beware Of giving your heart to a dog to tear.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

If broken hearts could kill, the earth would be as dead as the moon.

I'd never seen anything more beautiful - even as I ran, gasping and screaming, I could appreciate that. And the last seven months meant nothing. And his words in the forest meant nothing. And it did not matter if he did not want me. I would never want anything but him, no matter how long I lived.

Stupid cupid keeps on calling me, but I see nothing in his eyes. I miss my babe

Dreams are always crushing when they don't come true. But it's the simple dreams that are often the most painful because they seem so personal, so reasonable, so attainable. You're always close enough to touch, but never quite close enough to hold and it's enough to break your heart.

There's no misery in not being loved, only in not loving.

Love, according to our contemporary poets, is a privilege which two beings confer upon one another, whereby they may mutually cause one another much sorrow over absolutely nothing.

In reality, in love there is a permanent suffering which joy neutralizes, renders virtual delays, but which can at any moment become what it would have become long earlier if one had not obtained what one wanted -- atrocious.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.

The greatest tyranny is to love I where we are not loved again.

Love is cruel as the grave.

Because i've suffered. Because many times in my life i have tried to love with all my heart, and my love has wound up being trampled or betrayed.

I cannot think well of a man who sports with any woman's feelings; and there may often be a great deal more suffered than a stander-by can judge of.

There are so many worse things than death. Not to be loved or not to be able to love: that is worse.

but something always went wrong, and the relationship would end precisely at the moment when she was sure that this was the person with whom she wanted to spend the rest of her life. After a long time, she came to the conclusion that men brought only pain, frustration, suffering and a sense of time dragging.

Love is more cruel than lust.

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.