Love Conflict Quotes

Love between a man and a woman is inevitably complicated, corrupted, and obstructed by an unequal balance of power.

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.

Where such men love they have no desire and where they desire they cannot love

It was unsettling to be in love with someone who looked like the face in her nightmares.

Agreement is never reached in love. The life of a wife and husband who love each other is never at rest. Whether the marriage is true or false, the marriage portion is the same: elemental discord.

I let my eyes deceive me from the start, they told me I wanted her more than I wanted you. Guess my eyes were bigger than my heart.

I do think it is possible to be in love with two people at the same time.

I, too, believe in fidelity. But how can I be true to one woman without being false to all the others?

The soul in its nature loves God and longs to be at one with Him in the noble love of a daughter for a noble father; but coming to human birth and lured by the courtships of this sphere, she takes up with another love, a mortal, leaves her father and falls.

Trouble with women. Can't do any art and be married if you're in love with your wife.

Love and dignity do not dwell together.

I love you - but don't touch me.

It is very difficult, it is perhaps impossible, for someone who loves his mother to love the woman whom your father left her for.

I've come to the conclusion that a long, personal relationship is next to impossible for me. Ultimately, music is a possessive mistress.

We came up with this idea of a power struggle between two people who really love each other, and 'Doll & Em' took off. Calling it by our own names was the director's idea, but hopefully people will understand that we're playing versions of ourselves.

Love has been in perpetual strife with monogamy.

Women love the last blow as well as the last word, and when they fight for love they are pitiless as a wounded buffalo.

She had sacrificed her childhood to save her brothers; she loved her family above all else, and her spirits yearned to return home once more, to the wild forest and the land of mystic tales and ancient spirits whence he had taken her. That was the place of her heart, and if he loved her, he must let her go.

It was a strange thing, to still be in love with your wife and to not know if you liked her. What would happen when this was all over? Could you forgive someone if she hurt you and the people you love, if she truly believed she was only trying to help? I had filed for divorce, but that wasn't what I really wanted. What I really wanted was for all of us to go back two years, and start over. Had I ever really told her that?

They were like two enemies in love with one another.

It's funny. Maria Elena and I, we are meant for each other and not meant for each other, it's a contradiction.

He loved her, and would love her; and defy her, and this miserable bodily pain.

I think, don't you, that a girl with any delicacy of feeling couldn't bring herself to marry a man indirectly responsible for her father's death. No matter how much she was in love with him.

That love is a conflict seems to me obvious and natural. There isn't a single worthwhile work in world literature based on love that is only about the conquest of happiness, the effort to arrive at what we call love. It's the struggle that has always interested those who produce works of art - literature, cinema or poetry.