Francesca Lia Block Quotes

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.

That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.

Love is one of the only reminders besides pain that things are real. It's one of the only things worth fighting for.

Love is scary because it pulls you in with an intense force, a supermassive black hole which looks like nothing from the outside but from the inside challenges every reasonable thing you know. You lose yourself, like I lost myself, in the warmest of annihilations.

But where pain was, healing could come; where loneliness was, new relationships could be formed; where rejection was, new love could be found. It was a moment. And moments changed. She would have to live through the moment to get to the next.

D'ye ken that the only time I am without pain is in your bed, Sassenach? When I take ye, when I lie in your arms-my wounds are healed, then, my scars forgotten.

Love can make us fiends as well as angels.

Lovers. Not a soft word, as people thought, but cruel and tearing.

The commitment to love always transforms, heals, and opens new avenues of creativity.

Through love, all pain will turn to medicine.

Love is more cruel than lust.

Love: a single word, a wispy thing, a word no bigger or longer than an edge. That's what it is: an edge; a razor. It draws up through the center of your life, cutting everything in two. Before and after. The rest of the world falls away on either side.

Through love all that is bitter will be sweet.

The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.

What a strange world it is where you can have as much sex as you like but love is taboo. I'm talking about the real thing, the grand passion, which may not allow affection or convenience or happiness. The truth is that love smashes into your life like an ice floe, and even if your heart is built like the Titanic you go down. That's the size of it, the immensity of it. It's not proper, it's not clean, it's not containable.

Turning toward what you deeply love saves you

Love always causes trouble, that's true, but in its favour, it energizes.

That I have no right to be jealous is irrelevant. It is a human passion: the sick, white underbelly of love.

Love is the catalyst that causes change. Love is the balm that brings healing to the soul.

True love can alter human lives and change human nature.

Every instance of heartbreak can teach us powerful lessons about creating the kind of love we really want.

Well, it's true that I have been hurt in my life. Quite a bit. But it's also true that I have loved, and been loved. And that carries a weight of its own. A greater weight, in my opinion. It's like that pie chart we talked about earlier. In the end, I'll look back on my life and see that the greatest piece of it was love. The problems, the divorces, the sadness... those will be there too, but just smaller slivers, tiny pieces.

But love, honest love, requires empathy. It is a sharing—of joy, of pain, of laughter, and of tears. Honest love makes one’s soul a reflection of the partner’s moods. And as a room seems larger when it is lined with mirrors, so do the joys become amplified. And as the individual items within the mirrored room seem less acute, so does pain diminish and fade, stretched thin by the sharing. That is the beauty of love, whether in passion or friendship. A sharing that multiplies the joys and thins the pains.

The power of love is a curious thing, make one man weep, make another man sing. Change a hawk to a little white dove, more than a feeling, that's the power of love.