Love Hurts Quotes

“You whispered my full name and we fell asleep in each other's arms and I remember how the next morning you were gone, completely gone, and nothing in my bed or the house could have proven otherwise.”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“في القلب كانت جذوره أعمق من أن تقتلع .. إلا إذا اقتلع القلب نفسه”
― يوسف السباعي, بين الأطلال

“Sometimes pain and hurt are good things because it means you strived for something in your life.”
― Kathryn Vance-Perez, Love and Truth

“I cut you out because I couldn't stand being a passing fancy.”
― Sylvia Plath

“Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It’s the truth, and it’s the saddest and simplest thing. There isn’t just one person for each of us in the world. There aren’t many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn’t make a difference if you’re thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.”
― Abigail Tarttelin, Flick

“I watched you try on suits in Hugo Boss.‘For the big job,’ you said. And I laughed, because I knew I would never see it. I’d never get up and watch you put it on and walk out of the door. I would never be the one that you came home to.”
― Kate Chisman

“She and Thomas had helped construct the Maze; at the same time she’d exerted a lot of effort to build a wall holding back her emotions.”
― James Dashner, The Kill Order

“When you truly start to care about someone you become vulnerable to all sorts of things.”
― Neal Shusterman, Bruiser

“We're on speaking terms today. I say, Maybe we should hang out with the boys, and you shake your head. I want to spend time with you, you say. If we're still good, next week maybe.

That's the most we can hope for. Nothing thrown, nothing said that we might remember for years. You watch me while you put a brush through your hair. Each strand that breaks is as long as my arm. You don't want to let go, but don't want to be hurt, either. It's not a great place to be but what can I tell you?”
― Junot Díaz, This Is How You Lose Her

“You reached into my chest with your words. When you spoke, my heart danced. Love muddled thoughts based in reason. Interest withered like a flower in dry heat then your words wrapped themselves around my heart and yanked it from my body. Now I stand bewildered by the sight of my heart beating on the cold concrete floor.”
― Sonya Watson, The Tide Breaker

“I honestly don't think you do, at least not completely. Look, you will always hold a special place in my heart, but I can’t keep competing for a battle that’s already won.”
― Rebecca Gober, Exposing ELE

“I watched, hoping she wouldn't come out too broke. It's all you can do for people sometimes, no matter how much you love them.”
― Katie Crouch, Girls in Trucks

“...when you're hard and unyielding your words score me with lines - I hate lines - I want curves - curves are happy like a snowman ...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“Do you know what that’s like?” Asher choked out, forcing himself to keep his feelings in check. “To be with someone who shines so brightly he’s all you can see? That’s how I feel when I’m with your brother. To me he’s… everything.”
― Cardeno C., Something in the Way He Needs

“Sometimes Love can mean and addiction for hurt.”
― Ira N. Barin

“You will be burning alive, when the ones who meant the world to you leaves for no reasons..... In fact, its not their absence which is hurting, but its the memories of their presence which is tearing your heart apart.....”
― gayathri purushothaman

“You can't quantify love, and if you try, you can wind up focusing on misleading factors. Stuff that has really has more to do with personality- the fact that some people are simply more expressive or emotional or needy in a relationship. But beyond such smokescreens, the answer is there. Love is seldom- almost never -even proposition. Someone always loves more.”
― Emily Giffin, Baby Proof

“Give them time to think things over.”
― AceQwetyu

“...Use your finger to trace the scar upon my chest- I lied - it wasn't a knife wound, but a scrape from a nail sliding under a fence to see you...”
― John Geddes, A Familiar Rain

“. I felt the sun graze my face as I sped further and further from it all. The only negative part about running was that at some point I knew I’d have to stop. I’d have to turn around and go back. And whatever troubles had haunted me when I left, would be waiting upon my return.”
― Courtney Giardina, Tear Stained Beaches

“Estou decidida a adorar-te durante toda a vida e a não ter olhos para mais ninguém. E asseguro-te que também tu farás bem em não amar mais ninguém. Poderias, acaso, contentar-te com uma paixão menos ardente do que a minha? Encontrarás, talvez, maior beleza (e, no entanto, disseste-e outrora que não me faltava beleza), mas não encontrarás jamais amor tamanho - e o resto não conta. [...] Conjuro-te a que me digas por que é que te empenhaste em me encantar como fizeste, se já sabias que me havias de abandonar? Por que é que puseste tanto empenho em me tornar infeliz? Por que não me deixaste em paz no meu convento? Tinha-te feito algum mal? [...] Atribuo toda esta desgraça à cegueira com que me abandonei a dedicar-me a ti. Pois não devia eu prever que os meus prazeres acabariam antes que acabasse o meu amor? Podia eu esperar que ficasses para sempre em Portugal e que renunciasses à tua fortuna e à tua pátria para só pensares em mim? [...] Bem claramente vejo qual seria o remédio para todos os meus males e em breve me libertaria deles se deixasse de te amar. Mas ai de mim!, que terrível remédio! Não! Antes quero sofrer ainda mais do que esquecer-te... Infeliz que sou! Dependerá isso de mim? Não posso acusar-me de ter desejado, nem que fosse só por um momento, deixar de te amar! [...] Não é para te obrigar a escreveres-me que digo todas estas coisas. Oh!, não te violentes! De ti não quero nada senão o que espontaneamente vier e recuso todos os testemunhos de amor que constrangido me desses. Comprazer-me-ia em desculpar-te, só porque talvez tu te sintas bem em não ter o incômodo de me escrever, e sinto uma profunda disposição para te perdoar todas as faltas que cometeres.”
― Mariana Alcoforado, The letters of a Portuguese nun

“guido per le strade,
ad un passo dal pianto,
vergognandomi del mio sentimentalismo
e del mio possibile amore.”
― charles bukowski, Love Is a Dog from Hell

“Come gli manca uno sguardo così. Se non lo conosci vivacchi e non ti manca. Ma se una stronza ti ha posato addosso quelle ali lì, ti ha fatto sentire l'eroe di una sceneggiatura temeraria, rimani tutta la vita un mendicante che va in giro a cercare quelle palpebre che si aprono solo per guardarti e si chiudono per imprigionarti.”
― Margaret Mazzantini, Nessuno si salva da solo

“What good does it do you to love?”
― Trisha Leigh, Summer Ruins

“And when I looked outside the window, something inside of me churned, swallowing hard I looked up and saw blue. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding back the tears and emotions that were swelling inside of me. And then I realized, the only time that I could feel anything at all, was when I could feel him.”
― Everance Caiser

“E poi ci sono quelli che
credono che le vecchie relazioni
possano essere rivissute e
fatte nuove.

Ma perfavore
se ti senti in quel modo

non chiamare
non scrivere
non arrivare...”
― Charles Bukowski, Come On In!: New Poems

“Un dolore mi trafisse il cuore, come succedeva ogni volta che vedevo una ragazza che mi piaceva andarsene in direzione opposta alla mia in questo mondo troppo grande.”
― Jack Kerouac, On the Road

“Nessuno trova mai la persona giusta.”
― Charles Bukowski

“Cerca di ricordare il momento in cui tutte le stupide innocenti cose che hai pensato della vita e dell'amore, tutte le cose che pensavi importassero, tutte le cose che pensavi fossero vere... cerca di ricordare quando si sono trasformate in bugie. -Kyle”
― Chad Kultgen, The Lie

“Dove sono le notti passate con così tante stelle e così tanta luna accese contemporaneamente in un cielo senza luna e senza stelle? Dimmi dove e quando ho iniziato a perderti dove e quando hai iniziato a perdermi dove e quando se non in questo letto di spine in una casa che non so e che non oso ascoltare mentre respira col mio respiro dove e quando potro dormire di nuovo senza incontrarti ancora e ancora e ancora. Dove e quando potrò smettere di ucciderti per ricominciare a vivere?”
― Giorgio Faletti, Pochi inutili nascondigli