Sadie Frost Quotes

Love hurts, love scars, love wounds, and mars.

Love born of anxiety resembles a thorn shaped so that efforts to pull it out of one's flesh merely cause it to penetrate more deeply therein.

Though you treat me badly, I love you madly.

Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

I find all that slightly destructive but mad love alluring.

Yet it is awful to love a person who is a torture to you. And a fascinating person who loves you and won't hear of anything but your loving him and living right by his side through all eternity!

Sober Thoughts' is a song about an unhealthy relationship I was in with a girl, where we would continue to mistreat each other, to spite each other. We were bad for each other, yet we always came back together, because we thought we 'loved each other.' It was a young love, not a forever love.

Sometimes you can be with someone that you love, but you know it's not healthy for you. You stay with them because you can't stand the thought of them being with someone else. It kills you.

I love everything about you that hurts.

In life, there are those relationships where you really love someone, but they're just not right for you and there's a little bittersweet feel to it.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Only the broken-hearted know the truth about love.

That saying, about how you always kill the thing you love, well, it works both ways.

When a relationship doesn't work anymore, it's terrible to stay with someone that you don't love.

I love us so incredibly, insanely deeply; it's almost unbearable to see what we do to ourselves.

I foster a sorrowful conception of affection. Make no sacrifices.

To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light.

Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.

Right now the only people I can really fall in love with are people who don't really, truly want me around. Now why do I do that?

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

You can't buy love, but you can pay heavily for it.

There's such an extreme feeling to be in love, especially in quite an emotionally destructive relationship, where you're both kind of really bad for each other, but you love each other so much. Those extreme emotions, I think, can only be described with extreme imagery.

I think that sometimes love gets in the way of itself - you know, love interrupts itself. We want things so much that we sabotage them.

There's the idea that love is supposed to hurt, but it really shouldn't hurt.