Daphne Guinness Quotes

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

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

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

The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.

Falling in love is the best way to kill your heart because then it's not yours anymore. It's laid in a coffin, waiting to be cremated.

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.

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.

Love is dangerous; it's not something to be trifled with. As good as it feels on the way in, it feels that much worse on the way out.

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

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It's everything in between we live for.

If you love the wrong people it's still love, isn't it, no matter what kind of love.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

I know what it's like to have someone coming home who looks at you not in the way they used to in the old days, and I've seen my own face contorted with sadness and rage in the mirror.

All love is unrequited. All of it.

Great loves too must be endured.

Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore; only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

I have written a raucous valentine to a poet's dream and agony.

I've got tooth marks on my heart.

I cannot love as I have loved, And yet I know not why; It is the one great woe of life To feel all feeling die.

I've been in a few love triangles. I've been in a love quadrilateral.

Few friendships could survive the moodiness of love affairs.