How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.
Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.
Happiness has got to be paid for. You're paying for it, Mr. Watson–paying because you happen to be too much interested in beauty. I was too much interested in truth; I paid too.
You risk tears if you let yourself be tamed.
Forgiveness saves the expense of anger.
To be an actor, a true actor, you have to be brokenhearted.
Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.
Next to a lost battle, nothing is so sad as a battle that has been won.
You know why divorces are so expensive? They're worth it.
Life is full of grief, to exactly the degree we allow ourselves to love other people.
Personally, emotionally, I'd rather divorce myself from the world than face the heartbreak of partial success. Because partial success implies overwhelming failure.
Alas! how deeply painful is all payment!
There is no love without suffering.
Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A Brave and Startling Truth.
I had to invest in the love and understand that with the love comes the pain. So when he tells me that, the monologue is already there. Does that make sense?
He is a hard man who is only just, and a sad one who is only wise.
I'm a father; I'm a friend. I think I've got the biggest heart in the world. A lot of times, that's not a good thing. It's a gift and a curse.
Are you sure self-pity is a luxury you can afford, Jack?
Love always costs more than you can afford to pay," he said. "And it's always worth the price.
Pain pays the income of each precious thing.
Pity costs nothing, and it ain't worth nothing.
What I've learned about being angry with people is that it generally hurts you more than it hurts them.
A film star is a kind of public monument, and everyone's staring at them, and they've kind of got railings around them, and they're rather miserable most of the time.
It is the misfortune of poetry, to be seldom safely enjoyed by those who enjoy it completely.
We learn words by rote, but not their meaning; that must be paid for with our life-blood, and printed in the subtle fibres of our nerves.
