Mary Elizabeth Braddon Quotes

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

In love, somehow, a man's heart is always either exceeding the speed limit, or getting parked in the wrong place.

Romantic love is painful.

At the heart of all romanticism is suffering.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.

When love ceases to be tragic it is something else and the individual again throws himself in search of tragedy.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

Being in love is better than being in jail, a dentist's chair, or a holding pattern over Philadelphia, but not if he doesn't love you back.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

Finding love is a fixation now, and that's because although romantic love can sometimes cause a lot of suffering, it can also give people peaks of happiness that come very close to our ideal of 'the happy state.'

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

When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?

Love is the funeral of hearts.

For me, 'Amy' is a very dark film about love.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

I have a one-track mind. That's all that I'm interested in - love. And the lack of it. When it stops.

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.

The best love stories on film are rooted in the point of view of the more woundable, vulnerable party, the more amorous party.

Since time immemorial we've explored these ideas of tragedy, the things people do for love, the great weight that occurs when love is taken away and the great length and the heroism that people will exhibit to fight for the ones that they love.

People don't really talk about falling in love anymore. And yet falling in love is the great engine that drives all the best art - or falling out of love or being heartbroken - drives all the best books, drives all the best music, and yet we've sort of stopped talking about it.

Somebody," said Jacques, "your father or mine, should have told us that not many people have ever died of love. But multitudes have perished, and are perishing every hour - and in the oddest places! - for the lack of it.

Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.

Despair is part of love.

Sure my love is all crostLike a bud in the frostAnd there's no use at all in my going to bed,For 't is dhrames and not slape that comes into my head!