Rachel Cohn Quotes

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.

'T is sweeter for thee despairing Than aught in the world beside,-Jessy!

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

Last time I saw you, I said that it hurt too much to love you. But I was wrong about that. The truth is it hurts too much not to love you.

...the heart has no tears to give,--it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence.

Sorrow lies like a heartbeat behind everything I have written.

She's a tear that hangs inside my soul forever.

Grief is the agony of an instant; the indulgence of grief the blunder of a life.

This tragic brow, these closed eyes, eyebrows raised and knotted.

The human heart dares not stay away too long from that which hurt it most. There is a return journey to anguish that few of us are released from making.

I hate death; it takes people away from you. You're left feeling rudderless.

In my experience lust only ever leads to misery. All that suspicion and jealousy and anguish it unleashes. I don't want those things in my life.

Ah me! Love can not be cured by herbs.

Love and despair go hand in hand.

Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn.

If you could see my legs when I take my boots off, you'd form some idea of what unrequited affection is.

When I'm in pain and grief and despair, my throat is clenched and my heart hurts.

Despair is part of love.

Though my heart is filled with feelings I want to convey You see, I can't express them in words If I had not met you I wouldn't even have such an embarrassing pain

There will be no song on our lips if there be no anguish in our hearts.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can't give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.

The pain of the flesh is naught to that of the heart

O heart! O heart! if she'd but turn her head You'd know the folly of being comforted.