W. Somerset Maugham Quotes

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

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

Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.

I think many people can relate to that excruciating pain of love gone wrong. I'd rather have a broken arm than a broken heart.

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

When I started dating I had this kind of Romeo and Juliet, fateful romantic idea about love which was almost that you were a victim and there was a lot of pain involved and that was how it should be.

We get divorce, we get conned, someone we love dies, or we can't find anybody to love us or somebody breaks our heart and we realize this fairy tale ain't fair. So we suffer.

Romance is the sweetening of the soul With fragrance offered by the stricken heart.

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

Never wedding, ever wooing, Still a lovelorn heart pursuing, Read you not the wrong you're doing In my cheek's pale hue? All my life with sorrow strewing; Wed or cease to woo.

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.

We made mad love shadow love random love and abandoned love. Accidentally like a martyr. The hurt gets worse, and the heart gets harder.

Love isn't always pretty. Sometimes you spend all your time hoping it'll eventually be something different. Something better. Then, before you know it, you're back to square one, and you lost your heart somewhere along the way.

Love came hard and very seldom. When it did it was usually for the wrong reasons.

There are so many things to be tortured about, sweet pea. So many torturous things in this life. Don't let the man who doesn't love you be one of them.

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

To be in love, where scorn is bought with groans; coy looks, with heart-sore sighs; one fading moment's mirth

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

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.

When you love someone so much that you are in pain when you are apart it ends up being destructive. I never want to be in that place again.

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

Writing songs has a therapeutic effect, and it either kills off love or wins the heart of the lover.