Love until it hurts. Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.
I've lost love. I've tried to reclaim a lost love and didn't know how to do it.
It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.
Embrace your solitude and love it. Endure the pain it causes, and try to sing out with it. For those near to you are distant.
your letters got sadder. your lovers betrayed you. kid, I wrote back, all lovers betray. it didn't help. you said you had a crying bench and it was by a bridge and the bridge was over the river and you sat on the crying bench every night and wept for the lovers who had hurt and forgotten you.
People think first love is sweet, and never sweeter than when that first bond snaps. You've heard a thousand pop and country songs that prove the point; some fool got his heart broke. Yet that first broken heart is always the most painful, the slowest to mend, and leaves the most visible scar. What's so sweet about that?
I'm a romantic fool. I always end up getting hurt.
I had to invest in the love and understand that with the love comes the pain. So when he tells me that, the monologue is already there. Does that make sense?
For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.
She said the reason that love is so painful is that it always amounts to two people wanting more than two people can give.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.
Sometimes love comes around and it knocks you down just get back up when it knocks you down
Sometimes it lasts in love, But sometimes it hurts instead.
November Rain is a song about not wanting to be in a state of having to deal with unrequited love.
Falling in love is great but being in love is a disaster
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.
I'm mad, they say. I am temperamental and dizzy and disagreeable. Well, let them talk. I can take it. Only one person can hurt me. Her name is Ida Lupino.
The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.
When love brings so much joy, why must it bring so much pain?
Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained
As painful as this thing has been I just can't be with no one else. See I know what we've got to do. You let go, and I'll let go too. 'Cause no one's hurt me more than you And no one ever will.
You can only really really hurt the ones that you really really love.
Those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!
One morning, about four o'clock, I was driving my car just about as fast as I could. I thought, Why am I out this time of night? I was miserable, and it came to me: I'm falling in love with somebody I have no right to fall in love with.
