Harry Crews Quotes

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

Love- what is love? A great and aching heart; Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair

There are many ways to experience love. It can feel like a knife in your back, or it can feel like you're being lifted up by winged creatures towards a beautiful blinding light.

People will still love and hurt and yearn.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

There is no remedy for love but to love more.

Pain is love.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

I've always tried to get around writing love songs, I guess because I've always had a hard time saying, 'I love you.'

The big relationships you make in your life are with those that you love and if things do go wrong then it's a source of great pain and that lasts.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Among men and women, those in love do not always announce themselves with declarations and vows. But they are the ones who weep when you're gone. Who miss you every single night, especially when the sky is so deep and beautiful, and the ground so very cold.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

You have no idea how hard it is to live out a great romance.

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.

I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot.

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

Love's a disease. But curable.

You shouldn't have to pay for your love with your bones and your flesh.

But love's a malady without a cure.

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 and despair go hand in hand.