Agnes Smedley Quotes

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

When love brings so much joy, why must it bring so much pain?

The tragedy is not that love doesn't last. The tragedy is the love that lasts.

I've been through a lot as far as love.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

The sweetness of love is short-lived, but the pain endures.

Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose, either. If we didn't get out hearts stomped on, shattered; if we didn't have to patch and repatch it until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together by who knows what

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

Sweet love, sweet thorn, when lightly to my heart. I took your thrust, whereby I since am slain, And I lie disheveled in the grass apart, A sodden thing bedrenched by tears and rain.

Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.

Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained

Love is very beautiful, but very, very sad.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

It's the only condition I know. Bitter Love, Loneliness, contempt for corruption, blind hope. It's where I live. A permanent state of bereavement. This is nothing new.

I gave him my heart, and he took and pinched it to death; and flung it back to me. People feel with their hearts, Ellen, and since he has destroyed mine, I have not power to feel for him.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.

Love endeth like the chianti flask, its drops are bitter.

Love's very pain is sweet

I want to believe you, but if that's true, I just don't get it. Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean, if that's the way it goes, what's the point of loving someone?

To lose love is a terrible thing. But to turn away from it is unbearable. Will you spend the rest of your life replaying it in your head? Wondering if you walked away too soon or too easily? Or if you'll ever love anyone that deeply again?

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me