Love Sorrow Quotes

Why is it we can never love the people we ought to?

Church of painful love - unfulfilled,unrequited & unattained

The blood of love welled up in my heart with a slow pain.

When love brings so much joy, why must it bring so much pain?

Today in my heart a vague trembling of stars and all roses are as white as my pain.

Love endeth like the chianti flask, its drops are bitter.

When I wished to sing of love, it turned to sorrow. And when I wished to sing of sorrow, it was transformed for me into love.

That farewell kiss which resembles greeting, that last glance of love which becomes the sharpest pang of sorrow.

They send a person who can never stay," she whispered. "Who can never accept my offer of companionship for more than a little while. They send me a hero I can't help ... just the sort of person I can't help falling in love with." ... As I sailed into the lake I realized the Fates really were cruel. They sent Calypso someone she couldn't help but love. But it worked both ways. For the rest of my life I would be thinking about her. She would always be my biggest what if.

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

Do you know,' he said again softly, addressing his hands, 'what it is to love someone, and never - never! - be able to give them peace, or joy, or happiness?' He looked up then, eyes filled with pain. 'To know that you cannot give them happiness, not through any fault of yours or theirs, but only because you were not born the right person for them?

Look at me, he said to her. His arms and legs jerked. Look at me. You got your wish. I have learned how to love. And it’s a terrible thing. I’m broken. My heart is broken. Help me. The old woman turned and hobbled away. Come back, thought Edward. Fix me

There is no hatred in my love for you. Only a sadness I feel all the more strongly for my inability to explain or describe it.

My love is like some raven at my window with a broken wing.

Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.

To Sorrow I bade good-morrow, And thought to leave her far away behind; But cheerly, cheerly, She loves me dearly: She is so constant to me, and so kind.

I have loved and bitterness left me for that hour. But there are times when love itself is bitter.

She dreams of him that has forgot her love; You dote on her that cares not for your love. 'Tis pity love should be so contrary; And thinking of it makes me cry 'alas!

Under loves heavy burden do I sink. --Romeo

Thine eyes I love, and they as pitying me, Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain, Have put on black, and loving mourners be, Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.

When from soft love proceeds the deep distress, ah! why forbid the willing tears to flow?

Unrequited love is so boring. Weeping under a blue-black sky is for suckers or maniacs.