Sigmund Freud Quotes

To love and win is the best thing. To love and lose, the next best.

Every little girl knows about love. It is only her capacity to suffer because of it that increases.

The big relationships you make in your life are with those that you love and if things do go wrong then it's a source of great pain and that lasts.

Love's a disease. But curable.

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

When you truly know the meaning of the word love, you will also know the meaning of the word pain.

Oh, love is real enough; you will find it someday, but it has one archenemy - and that is life.

I always say you have to be willing to get your heart broken.

There is no love without suffering.

If I place love above everything, it is because for me it is the most desperate, the most despairing state of affairs imaginable.

To act, you must know pain. You must know what it means to be in love, what it means to be rejected.

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

The moment something happens to one you love, it's twenty times more intense. You experience pain and enlightenment on a much vaster scale.

Love always, in one way or another, means pain as well as joy.

Pain is love.

For the most part, that message hasn't changed a lot over the years - love is still love, and heartbreak is still heartbreak.

Love is junk.

If you love, you will suffer. The only way to protect yourself against suffering is to protect yourself against love - and that is the greatest suffering of all, loneliness.

We can't protect ourselves from pain and heartache. In fact, to love - fully, madly, deeply - is the ensure heartache some day.

He who would love much has also much to suffer.

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never so forlornly unhappy as when we have lost our love object or its love.

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.

Each time we love,We turn a nearer and a broader markTo that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.

Loosing you would be the only thing that could destroy me