Chrissie Hynde Quotes

The lovesick, the betrayed, and the jealous all smell alike.

When you see someone you love with somebody else, your heart kind of falls to the ground.

There is only one thing I want. I would like to be seriously ill, and to hear nothing more about him for at least a week. Why doesn't something happen to me? Why do I have to go through all this? If only I had never set eyes on him!

It was the saddest day of my life.

It's difficult to keep your eyes moist free and your head clear when the girl you really really liked chooses to go on a date with your best friend.

Love was like rain: it turned into ice, or it disappeared. Now you saw it, now you couldn't find it no matter how hard you might search. Love evaporated; obsession was realer; it hurt, like a pin in your bottom, a stone in your shoe. It didn't go away in the blink of an eye. A morning phone call filled with regret. A letter that said, Dear you, good-bye from me. Obsession tasted like something familiar. Something you'd known your whole life. It settled and lurked; it stayed with you.

There is no pain on this earth like seeing the same woman look at another man the way she once looked at you.

Want is misery.

That's painful always to lose.

Hell, madam, is to love no longer.

I lived and languished.

Jealousy is cruel as the grave: the coals thereof are coals of fire.

I think there's always a bit of pain in everything that's ecstatic - relationships and love, they always come with pain.

The knives of jealousy are honed on details.

In regards to your love life, you're just entering into a whole of pain if you talk about it. If you've never said anything, there are no sound bites to haunt you when you're crying into a box of Kleenex after it all goes wrong.

You feel like everyone hates you if you've got a good life, now I feel maybe it's allowed because I've had my share of sadness.

There's always pain around. That's one thing you can guarantee in life - there will always be a surplus of pain.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Yes, I have made a woman cry.

We fall in love more deeply when we're unhappy.

The jealous are possessed by a mad devil and a dull spirit at the same time.

People still do fall in and out of love and can and cannot express what they feel and are very much pained because the person they love is with somebody else. That's happening the whole world over, and I think it always has been.

No one doesn't have loss. No one doesn't have pain.

I often liken my love life to the pathetic fallacy found in a Bronte novel: a long and winding road tented by storm clouds and rain. Kidding.

Nobody knows the pain I've been through.