Miguel de Cervantes Quotes

Marriage is such hard work. And it's full of rage and real human drama.

It's funny about men and women. Men pay in cash to get them and pay in cash to get rid of them. Women pay emotionally coming and going. Neither has it easy.

I've always turned my anger inwards towards self-destruction.

In love there is but little rest.

You're heading for a breakdown. Why don't you pull yourself to pieces?

I hate the way, once you start to know someone, care about them, their behavior can distress you, even when it's unreasonable and not your fault, even if you were really trying to be careful, tactful.

In love there are two evils: war and peace.

Only self-hatred could lead him to ruin himself because his heart was "broken.

"It almost always happens that people enjoy a few moments and then afterwards feel very guilty. The guilt arises because of the ego. The ego starts torturing them, "What are you doing? Have you decided to kill me? And I am your only treasure. Killing me? You will be destroyed. Killing me is destroying yourself."

Mattie sat at the table, obsessing, orbiting around herself. She was sick of her worried, hostile mind. It would have killed her long before, she felt, if it hadn't needed the transportation.

I look for women I know are gonna bust me up good. Come on, man, who can resist that? Who can resist that emotional pain? Yeah, they all have the same line, they're so sweet: I'm not gonna hurt you like all the others. Really I'm not. I'm gonna introduce you to a whole new level of pain!

That love is a conflict seems to me obvious and natural. There isn't a single worthwhile work in world literature based on love that is only about the conquest of happiness, the effort to arrive at what we call love. It's the struggle that has always interested those who produce works of art - literature, cinema or poetry.

something is always falling apart in me.

Love with complications. Scenery was the last thing on my mind.

That's why you did it. You wanted your world to collapse around you. You wanted everything to get as dark as possible.

why can't we love the right people? what is so wrong with us that we rush into situations to which we are manifestly unsuited, which will hurt us and others? why are we given emotions which we cannot control and which move in exact contradiction to what we really want? we are walking conflicts, internal battles on legs.

I've seen your stormy seas and stormy women, And pity lovers rather more than seamen.

Hatred makes me energetic, but confused.

I want that. I want that awful intense and serious unhappiness, cos then I might feel better, and then I might be happy.

Such a letter was not to be soon recovered from. . . . Every moment rather brought fresh agitation. It was an overpowering happiness.

Bitterness is the trap that snares the hunter

She nourishes the poison in her veins and is consumed by a secret fire.

She wanted, with her fickleness, to make my destruction constant; I want, by trying to destroy myself, to satisfy her desire.

I can't shove the dark out of my way.

Love can really screw you up before you learn to live with it.