Amelia Barr Quotes

Love is agony, isn't it? I've been involved with someone for some time now, but it's all so complicated. It's never straightforward is it? You meet someone, you fall in love, it's the most wonderful thing ever but... There's always something that's not quite right about love, isn't there?

I have no notion of a perfect woman, as I feel if I fall in love, it can be with a wrong person also.

Love is rarely flawless,” Carter pointed out. “Humans delude themselves by thinking it has to be. It is the imperfection that makes love perfect.

I realize that the love I never got from my family, I've looked for in the most wrong places my entire life.

Getting hurt in a relationship is simply a part of life.

Love fills and empties simultaneously. It makes us reach out to God, ready to be pruned, recklessly desiring whatever the cost. It soothes the aching heart and then makes it thirst for more.

The most powerful love songs always turn on the discrepancy between the act of declaring love and the knowledge that the ostensible addressee is no longer there, was never there, and could never be there.

When I think of love, I think of pain and not joy. I know that is not the way it's supposed to be but it has been that way for me.

Loretta, I love you. Not like they told you love is, and I didn't know this either, but love don't make things nice - it ruins everything. It breaks your heart. It makes things a mess. We aren't here to make things perfect. The snowflakes are perfect. The stars are perfect. Not us. Not us! We are here to ruin ourselves and to break our hearts and love the wrong people and *die*. The storybooks are *bullshit*. Now I want you to come upstairs with me and *get* in my bed!

He who has loved often ... has loved never.

Yet sometimes being a friend meant letting people do things that hurt, like putting distance between you, just because it made them happy.

I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn't deserve it.

Because love was not the answer to every question. Because real love meant sacrifice. Sometimes love means letting go.

No love that a man has will only give him pleasure in return- he shall also suffer pain because of it, except for love of Allah.

She was with me. She did all of those things and so many more, things I would never tell anyone, and she never even loved me. Now that’s love.

To me, love is a pure idea forged in flesh, awkwardly maybe, but it had to connect to somewhere, despite twists and turns of underground cable. An all-too-perfect thing. Sometimes the lines get crossed. Or you get a wrong number. But that's nobody's fault. It'll always be like that, so long as we exist in this physical form. As a matter of principle.

Then you're a bigger fool than I thought. Since when has any man ever been worthy of the woman he loved? It's only by God's grace that they love us in spite of ourselves.

I wish that I could love someone so much that I would die from it.

Compassionate love may be strong. It sobs, it burns, then it wipes away its tears – and it does nothing.

When Patanjali says "non-attachment", he is not anti-love. Really, he is for love. Non-attachment means be natural, loving, flowing, but don't get obsessed and addicted. Addiction is the problem. Then it is like a disease. You cannot love anybody except your child - this is addiction. Then you will be in misery. Your child can die; then there is no possibility for your love to flow. Even if your child is not going to die, he will grow. And the more he grows, the more he will become independent. And then there will be pain. Every mother suffers, every father suffers.

Love is not a matter of getting what you want. Quite the contrary. The insistence on always having what you want, on always being satisfied, on always being fulfilled, makes love impossible.

The real practice of love goes beyond satisfaction and dissatisfaction. Wallowing in pleasure can be just as limiting as wallowing in pain if you don't open your heart beyond the satisfaction of your personal emotional needs.

When you love till it hurts, there will be no hurt left, just love.

Love means to be willing to give until it hurts.

Love until it hurts. Real love is always painful and hurts: then it is real and pure.