Mary Elizabeth Braddon Quotes

Authors and lovers always suffer some infatuation, from which only absence can set them free.

Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.

My love's a noble madness.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

Oh! I know this truth, if I know no other, That passionate Love is Pain's own mother.

There is a striking resemblance between the act of love and the ministrations of a torturer.

One is very crazy when in love.

Love is not altogether a delirium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

You're not sick you're just in love.

Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.

Love is a reciprocal torture.

Our hours in love have wings; in absence, crutches.

You have no idea how hard it is to live out a great romance.

War is like love; it always finds a way.

I've really learned a lot, really learned a lot, love is like a stove, burns you when it's hot.

Since love first made the breast an instrument Of fierce lamenting, by its flame my heart Was molten to a mirror, like a rose I pluck my breast apart, that I may hang This mirror in your sight.

Love's a disease. But curable.

But love's a malady without a cure.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure, hast thou more of pain or pleasure! Endless torments dwell about thee: Yet who would live, and live without thee!

There are only three things to be done with a woman. You can love her, suffer for her, or turn her into literature.

Love is the funeral of hearts.

For lack of a better word, I've let love and infatuation emasculate me.

Love is intense, and sadness is intense.

Love makes you deluded.