Best 24 quotes in «painful love quotes» category

My heart is not brave or big. It is not cruel either. It is not strong at all. I keep it within this iron cage for a reason. Breathe on it wrong and I will die... Just go now. I would rather let you see my face, than my heart.

Sometimes we hurt the ones we love, but hurting ourselves to avoid it doesn’t make it better.

Love cannot pain, desire can.

Past relationships are a loss, so we have to deal with them like loss. We must fully grieve. We must feel the depth of our pain so that our pain doesn't become the home where we learn to live.

True love is many things and can survive the strongest and most painful of times. When love comes out the other side of a fire, it may be scarred forever, but this bruised love is somehow only greater for having survived the pain.

Suffer you will, one way or another

Sometimes, giving all of your love isn't much so save a good soul, it demands soul for a soul as fair payment.

To him, freedom was greater than love. She hated that. Because she had always thought that love was freedom.

When someone hurts you once, never forgive that person, because that person will hurt you so many times than you can imagine. At the end, the time you've spent with that person, is wasted time..and painful..

Think of it, I literally had to touch death and be born again to live a glimpse of the life that I never had.

Every heart needs a cutting part sharper than a blade to stab agony

Why do you speak like we won’t meet again for such a long time?” “Because we didn’t, for such a long time,

Those particular thoughts that are painful - love them. I love them to death!This is quotes copyright © By Pumpkin Limited

Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained

Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.

February 2009 January 4. January 4. January 4. I rubbed the paper on my red calendar. I cried into the little box, into the last day we had sex. I was a tornado. I puked hurricanes. I was Jodi Arias. There were no more tears for him. Swirling eddies of vodka, pills, fattening food, and tears. Vortexes corralled other vortexes. They joined forces with the eyes of other storms far out into the Gulf, and Atlantic, and castrated my heart first, then everything below the neck. Fuck the heart; my brain was mauled into mush. He didn’t have a heart—and possibly, neither did I. The heart had nothing to do with a whirlpool of circles and left and rights I navigated.

...and said with the softness of repressed violence, 'I am not one to stick his neck out; it is a bit of a reach. I was waiting for the smallest sign that you could love me... I never got it.

I liked you... How ironic that the words that I'm finally able to say... signal the end

He is forbidden to love as a man. Passion must find its own way out. Claws tear the heart. Love is the most merciless of gods. Something so powerful will not be stopped, only turned, often to violence. I can almost understand this man.

I knew that the pain I felt now was here to stay. In many forms. Through many nights.

Đúng lúc ấy, đột nhiên tôi nghĩ ra, có lẽ chuyện hai người chúng tôi đã chấm dứt. Không còn gì nữa. Không thể phát triển theo bất kỳ hướng nào khác. Giống như đám thực vật trong lồng kính, dù có hỗ trợ nhau nhưng cũng chẳng thể cho nhau cảm giác cứu rỗi hay giải phóng. Cảm giác như loài thú đang âm thầm liếm vết thương trong bóng tối. Hay tựa như những vợ chồng già tựa vào nhau tìm hơi ấm cuối đời. Chỉ còn thế thôi. Ý nghĩ ấy lan rộng, tràn ngập lòng tôi.

I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart. But then, I ask myself: “What is a poet without his voice of happiness?” “What is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!” My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)

In fact, she [Pamela Flitton] seemed to prefer 'older men' on the whole, possibly because of their potentiality for deeper suffering. Young men might superficially transcend their seniors in this respect, but they probably showed less endurance in sustaining that state, while, once pinioned, the middle-aged could be made to writhe almost indefinitely.

I don't defend pain, But I do respect its ability to make us stronger and wiser after it stings.