W. Somerset Maugham Quotes

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.

Indeed — why should I not admit it? — in that moment, my heart was breaking.

in the caves of my heart, where pain taps out its rhythms and sorrow sets its loss, i am without direction.

Above all, in my anger, I was sad. Isn't that always the way, that at the heart of the fire is a frozen kernel of sorrow that the fire is trying -- valiantly, fruitlessly -- to eradicate.

I bleed like nobody else.

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.

At the heart of all romanticism is suffering.

I remember learning as a kid that love meant loneliness and confusion.

All you who are in love Aye and can not remove it I pity the pain that you endure. For experience lets me know That your hearts are filled with woe It's a woe that no mortal can cure. -"the Curragh of Kildare

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

The day is breaking someone else's heart.

My heart is a protest that I let rally against my ribs.

What could he mean by speaking so, as if I were always thinking that he cared for me, when I know he does not; he cannot. ... But I won't care for him. I surely am mistress enough of myself to control this wild, strange, miserable feeling

I felt like someone had ripped my heart out and tossed it across the other side of the room. There was a burning, agonizing pain in my chest, and I had no idea how it could ever be filled. It was one thing to accept that I couldn't have Dimitri. It was something entirely different to realize someone else could.

Must it ever be thus-that the source of our happiness must also be the fountain of our misery? The full and ardent sentiment which animated my heart with the love of nature, overwhelming me with a torrent of delight, and which brought all paradise before me, has now become an insupportable torment, a demon which perpetually pursues and harrasses me.

This morning, for the first time in a long time, the joy again of imagining a knife twisted in my heart.

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

In the morning there was a big wind blowing and the waves were running high up on the beach and he was awake a long time before he remembered that his heart was broken.

Her heart was heavy because it was open, and so things filled it, and so things rushed out of it, but still the heart kept beating, tough and frighteningly powerful and meaning to shrug off the rest of her and continue on its own.

I'd rather go on hearing your lies, than to go on living without you.

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!

I try to tighten my heart into a knot, a snarl, I try to learn to live dead, just numb, but then I see someone I want, and it's like a nail, like a hot spike right through my chest, and I know I'm losing.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.