Quotes About Suffering

Most people suffer in love because of attachment. Attachment means we're interested in a net return on our investment.

Congratulations, love. You traded up. Does he treat you well?' 'He's a teddy bear,' I said. Teddy bear looked like he was suffering from murder withdrawal. (Rene and Kate on Jim!)

Love hurts." Oh, shut UP!" - pg 123

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.

We burned with love for ourselves, all of us, starters of the fire we suffered- our love was the affliction for which only our love was the cure.

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.

Without hope, love dies and parts of you wither.

?"The Most difficult thing but an essential one – is to love Life, to love it even while one suffers, because Life is all, Life is God, and to love Life means to love God.

We were resigned to suffering, thinking that we loved outside ourselves, and we perceive that our love is a function of our sorrow, that our love perhaps is our sorrow.

You can't keep a cool head when you're drowning in love. You just trash around a lot and scream, and wear yourself out.

Electra weeping for the dead Orestes. If we love God while thinking that he does not exist, he will manifest his existence.

God is love, the bishops tell. Yes, I know, But love is hell.

When a man is in love, jealous, and just whipped by the Inquisition, he is no longer himself.

Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.

Oh, injurious love, that respites me a life, whose very comfort is still a dying horror

Marriages that made out of love (so-called "love-matches") have error as their father and misery (necessity) as their mother.

I love him whose soul is deep even in the wounding, and may succumb through a small matter: thus goeth he willingly over the bridge.

O heart! love is thy bane and thy antidote.

Hell is not to love anymore.

Pain revealed the paltry dimensions of love. The paltry dimensions of everything, in fact, except pain.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

To guide someone through the halls of hell is not the same as love.

The more you have loved and have allowed yourself to suffer because of your love, the more you will be able to let your heart grow wider and deeper.

To feel, to love, to suffer, to devote herself, will always be the text of the life of woman.