I think it's time we take a step back and recognize that while we are hurting our animals, we are hurting each other, and we are hurting our planet.
Those who really love you don't mean to hurt you and if they do, you can't see it in their eyes but it hurts them too.
There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.
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.
I took a deep breath. 'For you I've got something better than love.' What's that?' I...trust you.' Why?' You'll never hurt me.' Thank you.' But...' But, what?' I said, 'That means I'll hurt you.' Why?' 'Cause, like I said, you'll never hurt me back.
I never knew I had the power to hurt him, only that he possessed the power to hurt me.
You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.
It was you and me, Tom. We did this to them. To us.
We hurt people that love us, love people that hurt us
They hurt each other without wanting to, just because each represented to the others the cruel and demanding necessity of their lives.
The unhappiest moment I could never tell you. All our fights blend into each other and are in fact re-enactments of the same fight, in which we punish each other--I with words, Hugh with silence--for being each other. We never needed any more than that.
We both followed our hearts and had no choice but to hurt each other deeply.
How do I soothe his ache when mine was a big gaping hole large enough for both of us to fit in?
