Alice Munro Quotes

Despair is part of love.

Some say love, it is a razor that leaves your soul to bleed.

Tell me if the lovers are losers... tell me if any get more than the lovers.

Love is blind, as they say, and because love is blind, it often leads to tragedy: to conflicts in which one love is pitted against another love, and something has to give, with suffering guaranteed in any resolution.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow. Well, perhaps you are right. Perhaps the wise spurn one to remain safe from the other, but I should rather choose to have my eyes burnt in their sockets than to have been born without.

Love is more cruel than lust.

Loves and Cupids took to flight afraid, and Martyrdom had no such torment in its painted history of suffering.

Love is the bone and sinew of my curse.

There is no love without suffering.

That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.

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

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

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

I've already told you: the only way to a woman's heart is along the path of torment. I know none other as sure.

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

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

Love can complete you. It can also destroy you.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

love is so very subtle an essence, such an indefinable metaphysical marvel, that its due force, though very cruelly felt by the sufferer himself, is never clearly understood by those who look on at its torments and wonder why he takes the common fever so badly.

They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.

There is no grief like heartbreak.

Have patience; the lovers will suffer lovers always suffer.

Bad love is better than no love at all, at least you know you're alive.

By heaven you have destroyed me, my friends!

Ah, love. A dreadful bond! And yet, so easily severed.