Lucy Maud Montgomery Quotes

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 so small it can tear itself through the eye of a needle

Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

My love runs deeper than the wounds.

Great love, you believe, carries the seeds of great sorrow.

The act of love strongly resembles torture or surgery.

We can always hate that which we loved, and with a fire as great as our love once was.

It is nevertheless a game of considerable passion, either of the explosive type, or that which burns inwardly and sears the soul.

I thought about how love was always the thing that did that - smashed into you, left you raw. The deeper you loved, the deeper it hurt.

Where there is most feeling, there is the greatest martyrdom.

I'm a romantic, and we romantics are more sensitive to the way people feel. We love more, and we hurt more. When we're hurt, we hurt for a long time.

Everything can be killed except nostalgia for the kingdom, we carry it in the color of our eyes, in every love affair, in everything that deeply torments and unties and tricks.

I love sad. Sadness makes you feel more than anything.

No longer shall I paint interiors with men reading and women knitting. I will paint living people who breathe and feel and suffer and love.

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

I was really dramatic, really concerned with love or life.

Pain is the biggest power of love.

The more a man loves, the more he suffers. The sum of possible grief for each soul is in proportion to its degree of perfection.

It's the things we love most that destroy us.

Despair is part of love.

She stared at herself in the mirror. Her eyes were dark, almost black, filled with pain. She'd let someone do that to her. She'd known all along she felt things too deeply. She became attached. She didn't want a lover who could walk away from her, because she could never do that - love someone completely and survive intact if her left her.

Love is never as ferocious as when you think it's going to leave you.

Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.

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.

My heart beat Beats me senselessly Why's everything Gotta be so intense with me.