Quotes About Pain

With the turmoil, with the vicissitudes, with the pain we inflict on each other, love is possible. Sometimes the roads cross and it's worth doing it. Go for it, it's worth it.

When yer in a funk, people in love are a royal pain in the patookus.

You can never love me.

So you are dying for love, then," Will said finally, his voice sounding constricted to his own ears. 'Dying a little faster for love. And there are worse things to die for.

Because in the end nothing is worse than seeing the fall of one you loved. It was somehow worse than losing a love. It made everything seem questionable. It made the past bitter and confused.

Doing the right thing because you love someone sucks sometimes.

Fay had a spot of blood on the left side of her mouth and I took a wet cloth and wiped it off. Women were meant to suffer; no wonder they asked for constant declarations of love.

I'll use the knives for spreading jam, and the gas to warm my greying love.

Love leads to present rapture,-then to pain; But all through Love in time is healed again.

The hurt of a love that is lost has no cure but the love of another heart.

Some troubles no one else should have to endure,especially not those you love.

What had seemed like love was betrayal

You'll learn, honey. Love can be the best thing in life. And it can be the worst. The absolute worst.

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

The journey of love has been rather a lacerating, if well-worth-it, journey.

We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache. In fact, to love - fully, madly, deeply - is the ensure heartache some day.

This is love if it's not with you, a terrible fiery something that makes people look away, and it feels like a punch in the throat.

Love is quite violent. It is so painful at times, so devastating. And there is nothing worse or better. We find the highs and lows equally unbearable. But then again, the absence of them is more so.

There are boys so enraptured by love that they can't get their hearts to slow down enough to get some rest, and other boys so damaged by love that they can't stop picking at their pain.

You go through so much with the heartache, the pain, the nonsense, the games, and it's easy to lose sight of the possibility of love.

When you love someone, them being hurt is worse than any pain that you could suffer.

You are the love and joy beneath the pain.

I know what my heart is like Since your love died: It is like a hollow ledge Holding a little pool Left there by the tide, A little tepid pool, Drying inward from the edge.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.