Fatal Love Quotes

At the end of true love is death, and only the love that ends in death is love.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves, By each let this be heard, Some do it with a bitter look, Some with a flattering word, The coward does it with a kiss, The brave man with a sword! Some kill their love when they are young, And some when they are old; Some strangle with the hands of Lust, Some with the hands of Gold: The kindest use a knife, because The dead so soon grow cold. Some love too little, some too long, Some sell, and others buy; Some do the deed with many tears, And some without a sigh: For each man kills the thing he loves, Yet each man does not die.

I am a prince I have it all, and I hear your foot steps on the wall, I wait in silence for your call, and take a shot and watch you fall.

Eurydice, dying now a second time, uttered no complaint against her husband. What was there to complain of, but that she had been loved?

Murder is born of love, and love attains the greatest intensity in murder.

"Death by love is fairer by far than death by illness", said Amenhotep III.

If I were to do a drama again, I would really like to work on a fatal melodrama, like a love that can't be.

If you're a Shakespeare fan, isn't that a way to negotiate sex and death?

People kill for love. They die for love.

Some men die for lack of love…some die because of it. Think about it." - Daemon

The lover's fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.

And the story of love is a long sad tale ending in graves.

We are fated to love one another; we hardly exist outside our love, we are just animals without it, with a birth and a death and constant fear between. Our love has lifted us up , out of the dreadfulness of merely living.

Many men kill themselves for love, but many more women die of it

You're much better off as a love goddess to die around the age of 40.

Tea Cake, the son of the Evening Sun, had to die for loving her.

I tried very hard. But I can't help it. The Fates are cruel. They sent you to me, my brave one, knowing that you would break my heart.

It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death: I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.

A pair of star-crossed lovers.

My silks and fine array, My smiles and languished air, By love are driv'n away And mournful lean Despair Brings me yew to deck my grave: Such end true lovers have.

I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.

But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.

People get over love. They can live without it, they can move on. Love can be lost and found again. But that won't happen for me. I won't survive you, Eva.

You always kill the one you love.