Stevie Nicks Quotes

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

Love is my sin, and thy dear virtue hate, Hate of my sin, grounded on sinful loving.

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.

Two conflicting forces cannot exist in one human heart. When doubt reigns, faith cannot abide. Where hatred rules, love is crowded out. Where selfishness rules, there love cannot dwell. When worry is present, trust cannot crowd its way in.

I hate, and yet must love the thing I hate.

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

Maybe there's a God above, As for me, all I've ever seemed to learn from love Is how to shoot at someone who outdrew you. Yeah but it's not a complaint that you hear tonight, It's not the laughter of someone who claims to have seen the light No it's a cold and it's a very lonely Hallelujah.

And the more I see Pleasures about me, so much more I feel Torment within me.

It is because I had so much joy that I came to have so much hate.

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

There was no God in his heart, he knew; his ideas were still in riot; there was ever the pain of memory; the regret for his lost youth-yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul, responsibility and a love of life, the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...... And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while, why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed... He stretched out his arms to the crystalline, radiant sky. I know myself," he cried, "but that is all.

Now I know that grief is a whetstone that sharpens all your love, all your happiest memories, into blades that tear you apart from within.

Can calm despair and wild unrest Be tenants of a single breast, Or sorrow such a changeling be?

If there was a God, he'd guide the winds, let them blow for me so that, with a tug of my string, I'd cut loose my pain, my longing.

From bitter searching of the heart, quickened with passion and with pain we rise to play a greater part this is the faith from which we start.

Ursula craved solitude but she hated loneliness, a conundrum that she couldn’t even begin to solve.

Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for a sign: For a touch of her fingers In a darkened room, For a searching look. Take courage, lover! Could you endure such pain At any hand but hers?

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I know what I did to you was so wrong, but at the time it also felt so necessary to my survival. I don't know if those two things can both be true, but that's how it was.

I've been in pain hope it doesn't show I've been insane well the time is slow

To frown at pleasure, and to smile in pain.

It's tempting to imagine how we could hurt someone close, because it reminds us how fiercely we love them.

Any happiness, no matter how brief, seemed better than the long, simmering torture of waking up day after day, knowing I could never have him.