Quotes About Pain

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

Love is a hole in the heart.

Heartsick, heartbroken To know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular That with it we probe the divine.

Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love.

The hardest thing to do is watch the one you love, love someone else.

Do you see how you hurt me, baby? So I hurt you too. Then we both get so blue. I am on a lonely road and I am traveling, looking for the key to set me free.

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

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

Love is a reciprocal torture.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

Loves conquers all things except poverty and toothache.

Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes

Where there is love there is pain

Suffering is the true cement of love

That old saying, how you always hurt the one you love, well, it works both ways

It is no surprise to me that hardly anyone tells the truth about how they feel. The smart ones keep themselves to themselves for good reason. Why would you want to tell anyone anything that's dear to you? Even when you like them and want nothing more than to be closer than close to them? It's so painful to be next to someone you feel strongly about and know you can't say the things you want to.

A mighty pain to love it is, and 'tis a pain that pain to miss; but of all the pains, the greatest pain is to love, but love in vain.

Love is a crazy thing. It sucks and is totally overrated.

The risk of love is loss, and the price of loss is grief - But the pain of grief Is only a shadow When compared with the pain Of never risking love.

Now it seems to me that love of some kind is the only possible explanation of the extraordinary amount of suffering that there is in the world.

Only love is like an arrow to your heart; the more you try to take it out, the more pain and blood you get

Love is like a rose. It looks beautiful on the outside...but there is always pain hidden somewhere.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

Those have most power to hurt us, that we love