Luke Davies Quotes

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

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.

A promise, a bond, a joy, a love for the ages, for the history books.…But what was love but pain?

Great loves too must be endured.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

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

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

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

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

I've hurt you terribly my love, and I'll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that's the way it has to be, then I'll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don't... not yet.

I may be older and wiser, I may have lived another life since then, but I know that when my time eventually comes, the memories of that day will be the final images that float through my mind. I still love her, you see, and I‟ve never removed my ring. In all these years I‟ve never felt the desire to do so.

There's no love without pain.

It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know.

Love is most nearly itself When here and now cease to matter.

My kingdom for a kiss upon her shoulder It's never over, all my riches for her smiles when I slept so soft against her... It's never over, All my blood for the sweetness of her laughter... It's never over, She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

If the past year were offered me again, And choice of good and ill before me set Would I accept the pleasure with the pain Or dare to wish that we had never met?

Love is never convenient-and rarely painless

And it may be that love sometimes occurs without pain or misery.

My soul is a broken field, plowed by pain.

THIS TORTURE Why should we tell you our love stories when you spill them together like blood in the dirt? Love is a pearl lost on the ocean floor, or a fire we can’t see, but how does saying that push us through the top of the head into the light above the head? Love is not an iron pot, so this boiling energy won’t help. Soul, heart, self. Beyond and within those is one saying, How long before I’m free of this torture!

True love opens the gates of time.

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

Life, Steffi has learned, carries on around the pain, making room for it, absorbing it until it becomes part of the daily fabric, wrapping itself around you and lodging itself in your heart.