Love Till It Hurts Famous Quotes & Sayings
46 Love Till It Hurts Famous Sayings, Quotes and Quotation.
The truth hurts, only when it can heal.— Rob Liano
It's the love that goes through the hardest trials and survives that's worth having.— Katie Ashley
I stared at a tree against dusk— Yusef Komunyakaa
Till it was a girl
Standing beside a country road
Shucking cane with her teeth.
She looked up & smiled
& waved. Lost in what hurts,
In what tasted good, could she
Ever learn there's no love
In sugar?
Sometimes, we are simply trapped in the cage of our own emotions, unable to break those bars. It hurts!— Tarang Sinha
I can read it.— Patrick Ness
I can read her.
Cuz she's thinking about how her own parents also came here with hope like my ma. She's wondering if the hope at the end of our hope is just as false as the one that was at the end of my ma's. And she;s taking the words of my ma and putting them into the mouths of her own ma and pa and hearing them say that they love her and they miss her and they wish her the world. And she's taking the song of my pa and she's weaving it into everything else till it becomes a sad thing all her own.
And it hurts her, but it's an okay hurt, but it hurts still, but it's good, but it hurts.
She hurts.
I know all this.
I know it's true.
Cuz I can read her.
I can read her Noise even tho she ain't got none.
I know who she is.
I know Viola Eade.
I know love is begun by time,— William Shakespeare
And that I see, in passages of proof,
Time qualifies the spark and fire of it.
There lives within the very flame of love
A kind of wick or snuff that will abate it.
And nothing is at a like goodness still.
For goodness, growing to a pleurisy,
Dies in his own too-much. That we would do,
We should do when we would, for this "would" changes
And hath abatements and delays as many
As there are tongues, are hands, are accidents.
And then this "should" is like a spendthrift sigh
That hurts by easing.
Sorrow is how we learn to love. Your heart isn't breaking. It hurts because it's getting larger. The larger it gets, the more love it holds.— Rita Mae Brown
Farewell, ungrateful traitor,— John Dryden
Farewell, my perjured swain;
Let never injured creature
Believe a man again.
The pleasure of possessing
Surpasses all expressing,
But 'tis too short a blessing,
And love too long a pain.
'Tis easy to deceive us
In pity of your pain;
But when we love you leave us
To rail at you in vain.
Before we have descried it
There is no bliss beside it,
But she that once has tried it
Will never love again.
The passion we pretended
Was only to obtain,
But when the charm is ended
The charmer you disdain.
Your love by ours we measure
Till we have lost our treasure,
But dying is a pleasure
When living is a pain.
Sometimes love cut so deep it causes terrible pain, or crosses paths with the joy of his present experiences.— Kathleen Bittner Roth
It hurts, doesn't it? Giving someone everything you can think of. The wings to fly and roots to stay and yet watch them choose none of those, leaving you hanging in the middle of void and nothingness.— Akshay Vasu
Love has two faces, one makes you alive and the other destroys you ...— Nourhan Mamdouh
I stared at him. Did he really just say that? Did he remember? The way he looked back at me, one eyebrow raised, I knew he did. And this time, I was the one to look away. Because I remembered. I remembered everything.— Jenny Han
Love you too Chess. You got that aye? Ain't you know it? Love you right, till it hurts. Ain't going nowhere ... ... ... ...— Stacia Kane
Dance like it hurts. Love like you need money. Work when people are watching.— Scott Adams
Dogbert's Motto
If you want to love him, you have to wash away the past. Only you can do this, my dear. You must go away, to the sea, perhaps. And you must bathe away all the fears and all the hurts given you by your history.— Jasinda Wilder
And they can't understand, what hurts more - Missing the other person, or pretending not to.— Khadija Rupa
There is much asked and only so much I think I can or should answer, and so, in this post I would like to give a few thoughts on what seemed to be the overwhelming question: "WHY?"— Libba Bray
And here is the best answer I can give: Because.
Because sometimes, life is damned unfair.
Because sometimes, we lose people we love and it hurts deeply.
Because sometimes, as the writer, you have to put your characters in harm's way and be willing to go there if it is the right thing for your book, even if it grieves you to do it.
Because sometimes there aren't really answers to our questions except for what we discover, the meaning we assign them over time.
Because acceptance is yet another of life's "here's a side of hurt" lessons and it is never truly acceptance unless it has cost us something to arrive there.
Why, you ask? Because, I answer.
Inadequate yet true.
The chemistry of mind is different from the chemistry of love. The mind is careful, suspicious, he advances little by little. He advices "Be careful, protect yourself" Whereas love says "Let yourself, go!" The mind is strong, never fells down, while love hurts itself, fells into ruins. But isn't it in ruins that we mostly find the treasures? A broken heart hides so many treasures.— Elif Shafak
Da Free John's phrase kept running through my mind: "Practice the wound of love ... practice the wound of love." Real love hurts; real love makes you totally vulnerable and open; real love will take you far beyond yourself; and therefore real love will devastate you. I kept thinking, if love does not shatter you, you do not know love ...— Ken Wilber
There will be a time when love is beautiful and passionate and nothing else will exist but you and the person you love, and a time when love hurts so badly that you will wish you wouldn't wake up. I say this. Always, always, always approach love with the heart of the angel you were born with. Never become bitter and always know that pain goes away. Marry for love. But also choose to marry a man or woman who you love that treats you with the ultimate respect for your expression of who you are at your very core. Always see the good, appreciate every moment and remember that love lives on forever.— Julieanne O'Connor
I think you forget that I'm still alive. It's like you don't expect me to keep on existing now that I'm not in your life every day.— Rachel Higginson
I am not a women that takes anything for granted, I'll lay endlessly With you and talk about meaningful and logical, I'll watch the stars at midnight and the way they twinkle back; to let me know they see me too, I'll wind the window down just to feel the breeze, I'll turn the music up when I love a song, I'll sit with the ocean when I feel lost, I'll cry when my heart hurts & I'll listen to you when yours is hurting too, I know the kind of women I am, and im not shy in showing her to the world.— Nikki Rowe
Margie Flynn was in my head like a bad cold, blurring everything. It was a new kind of loneliness, a hurt I couldn't stop picking at.— Chris Fuhrman
He'd been ten years old when he'd last begged someone for something, and he'd promised himself he'd never do it again, but this was too important.— Christine Feehan
Hate was the other side of love, wasn't it? That's what passion was like with her - to the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. We traveled to heaven and hell together. Earth wasn't in the picture, and that was a problem.— Jess C. Scott
Sincerity like this staggers me; I've seen too little and too much of it one way and another; I've valued it so highly that when someone hands it to me as directly as you have, I'm not sure whether I should jump for joy or burst into tears. - Gwendolyn MacEwen to Milton Acorn, 1960 (age 19)— David Eso
The two halves of my barely whole being rioted, chained in place and snarling in protest of the other's presence. The bondage allowed them just close enough to drive each other to venomous rebellion, yet never permitting the chance to make contact; to fight. There would be no battle, no resolution. The end result sounded more and more like insanity. So this is love? It truly is mad ...— Aubrea Summer
She started to turn around, but I tugged her hand just enough for me to see her profile as she closed her eyes. She felt it as just like I did. There was an undeniable connection between us. I pulled her into my arms and with one hand moved the stray strands of her caramel hair away from her soft skin. I saw her mouth was slightly agape, and I pulled her face towards mine. I was mere centimeters from her lips, the warmth of her breath sliding against my own.— H.P. Landry
"You should go Mylie or you might regret staying," I said softly.
"I don't want to go," she said anxiously.
Damn.
If you love and get hurt,love more,if you love more and hurt more, love even more,if you love even more and get hurt even more,until it hurts no more" ... ,"Dnt be afraid of the shadows, it means there is a light near by— William Shakespeare
Here's what hurst the most," Kafuku said. "I didn't truly understand her--or at least some crucial part of her. And it may well end that way now that she's dead and gone. Like a small, locked safe lying at the bottom of the ocean. It hurts a lot."— Haruki Murakami
Tatsuki thought for a moment before speaking.
"But Mr. Kafuku, can any of us ever perfectly understand another person? However much we may love them?
Loving those who hate us means wantonly setting the stage and orchestrating the situation in a way that's sure to result in a production of great personal calamity. But to not love them is an even greater calamity.— Craig D. Lounsbrough
Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken— Jodi Picoult
I hate it when you call me, Melody," she said softly. "It hurts. It hurts when you pull away from me. Everything you said before, it hurt me. I hate you for saying them, and I hate myself for caring. I hate more than anything that I ... that it's so hard for me to say how much I love you.— J.J. McAvoy
Religion is a good time pass, better than philosophy, and a million times better than love; love is a wastage of an era.— Aporva Kala
You did love me," I whispered. "Just not the same way I loved you.— Jess Rothenberg
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.— Anthony Hopkins
What do you think Amy Poehler is doing right now?— Georgia Clark
One day you fall for this boy. And he touches you with his fingers. And he burns holes in your skin with his mouth. And it hurts when you look at him. And it hurts when you don't. And it feels like someone's cut you open with a jagged piece of glass.— Maureen Medved
If I am inconsiderate about the comfort of others, or their feelings, or even of their little weaknesses; if I am careless about their little hurts and miss opportunities to smooth their way; if I make the sweet running of household wheels more difficult to accomplish, then I know nothing of Calvary love.— Amy Carmichael
I do love you. And I never gave you anything less than everything I had to give. - Jenna Baker— Devon Ashley
I want to say we're okay, Bliss. I need you, too. But I can't pretend I wasn't hoping this would go somewhere. I don't know if I can do it. The truth is ... you are hurting me. Not on purpose, I know that. But I love you and every second that you don't love me back ... it hurts.— Cora Carmack
When you're young and you're in love and it doesn't work out - it hurts.— Orlando Bloom
My courage is faith— F Scott Fitzgerald
faith in the eternal resilience of me
that joy'll come back, and hope and spontaneity. And I feel that till it does I've got to keep my lips shut and my chin high and my eyes wide
not necessarily any silly smiling. Oh, I've been through hell without a whine quite often
and the female hell is deadlier than the male.
I am digging the grave of love , skeleton not found till now , Just the rotten smell . R v sure it exists ?— Tushar Upreti
But some relationships aren't meant to last.— Sanhita Baruah
They are worthy only till the time the two persons involved have time for each other.
They do not know eternity. They live for the present, the "now". And when distance plays it part, or life turns out to be busy, they fall apart.
And may be that's why they're never termed "LOVE". They simply remain what they were - mere RELATIONSHIPS.
When you love till it hurts, there will be no hurt left, just love.— Mother Teresa
