Ian Mcewan Quotes

It's not fun to watch someone that you used to love kind of go down.

That was the true terror of love, that you could love with your whole heart, your whole soul, and lose both

Tonight I can write the saddest lines...Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her.

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.

Everything that reminds me of her goes through me like a spear.

There's no love like a lost love and no pain like a broken heart.

If I'm not the one thing you can't stand to lose, If I'm not that arrow to the heart of you, If you don't get drunk on my kiss, If you think you can do better than this then I guess we're done. Let's not drag this on, Consider me gone.

Love was a dance floor where everyone you loved left a mark behind.

At some point, we have each said through our tears, “I’m suffering for a love that’s not worth it.” We suffer because we feel we are giving more than we receive. We suffer because our love is going unrecognized. We suffer because we are unable to impose our own rules. But ultimately there is no good reason for our suffering, for in every love lies the seed of our growth.

All broken hearts are circumstantial. Every lovelorn jerk is the victim of bad timing, good intentions, and someone else’s poor decision making.

The same ones you love will bring you pain.

Rivers of tear drops, these sharp pains in my heart, if this was the way that you love, you never should have loved me

I'd found love -- only to discover how fleeting it can be.

I am bewildered by the death of love. And my responsibility for it.

I can tell that you been crying all night, drinking all summer, praying for your happiness, hope that you recover

You loved me-then what right had you to leave me? What right-answer me-for the poor fancy you felt for Linton? Because misery and degradation, and death, and nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us, you, of your own will, did it. I have not broken your heart- you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine." ~Heathcliff

Why is love so good...? You love someone and they leave. They come home one day and you say "What's happening?" and they say, "I got a better offer someplace else," and there they go, out of your life forever, and after that until you're dead you're carrying around this huge hunk of love with no one to give it to. And if you do find someone to give it to, the same thing happens all over.

Grief is the tax we pay on our attachments.

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

Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother did for him, but you are doing exactly that to me. You keep leaving me. You leave me longing for you again and again when I would give anything for you to stay, and it is killing me.” “It has to kill one of us,” Celia says quietly.

Little Jane's love would have been my best reward, without it, my heart is broken.

He broke my heart, and now it's raining, just to rub it in.