Vladimir Mayakovsky Quotes

I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong.

He stared at her fists and at her face and said with upset incredulity, "You promised me you would forgive me-" "Forgive you,"Tatiana hissed through her teeth, tears streaming down her face, "for your brave and indifferent face, Alexander!" She groaned in pain. "Not for your brave and indifferent heart.

Here's what no one ever tells you about love: it hurts, having your heart broken

Love hurts whether its right ow wrong

My chest hurts...It hurts. The sound of his name is like a knife in my heart.

Love is nothing but a pain in the ass

Love and pain become one in the same in the eyes of a wounded child.

In regards to your love life, you're just entering into a whole of pain if you talk about it. If you've never said anything, there are no sound bites to haunt you when you're crying into a box of Kleenex after it all goes wrong.

Being brokenhearted is like having broken ribs. On the outside it looks like nothing's wrong, but every breath hurts.

You lit into me last night. You said what I did was stupid. - That's what my head said. But my heart... My stupid heart... Her voice broke. It was singing.

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

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

Basically I see that song as a bunch of images which I threw together to represent the fact that I was seeing one girl and then I started seeing another, and it was just the guilt in between those two periods. The ballads I've written since have been about things that really hurt me.

She didn't know how much she'd been hoping that he still loved her, until she felt how much it hurt to realize he didn't.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another.

When someone leaves you, apart from missing them, apart from the fact that the whole little world you've created together collapses, and that everything you see or do reminds you of them, the worst is the thought that they tried you out and, in the end, the whole sum of parts adds up to you got stamped REJECT by the one you love. How can you not be left with the personal confidence of a passed over British Rail sandwich?

Must being in love always mean being in pain?

And I'm dying to know, is it killing you like it's killing me? And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now.

don't take many words to break a fragile heart!

I love you. It hurts more than anything ever has, but I do. So don't you dare tell me I don't. Don't you ever say it again!

Waiting for your answer is one of the most painful things I have ever been through. At least let me know whether or not I hurt you.

If love were a product, the queue at the faulty goods desk would stretch right round the universe and back. It doesn't work properly. The seams come apart and it's full of powdered glass.

Was this love? Because it hurt. It was like a bit of glass stuck somewhere important--his heart or his head, and it was throbbing.