Patrick Marber Quotes

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.

When you love someone so much that you are in pain when you are apart it ends up being destructive. I never want to be in that place again.

Romantic love is painful.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see, This is my heart bleeding before you, This is me down on my knees These foolish games are tearing me apart Your thoughtless words are breaking my heart You're breaking my heart

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

Angel screeched with fury and despair to the empty walls around her. "I'm human, do you hear me? It hurts!

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

It hurts to love. It's like giving yourself to be flayed and knowing that at any moment the other person may just walk off with your skin.

He wanted this someone to see how much he hurt.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

But there are other things than dissipation that thicken the features. Tears, for example.

It is difficult to ever think about your loved one having suffered.

1967 was the bleakest, darkest, most emotional period of my life.

I feel hurt and pain times a million, all the time.

Oh, darling, I've been so miserable.

Mirth cannot move a soul in agony.

It’s hurting my soul

You're tearin' my guts out, Claire.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

I could never hurt him enough to make his betrayal stop hurting. And it hurts, in every part of my body.

Beshrew that heart that makes my heart to groan For that deep wound it gives my friend and me; Is't not enough to torture me alone, But slave to slavery my sweet'st friend must be?

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

Words cut through my skin, tears roll down my chin