How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.
No love is ever wasted. Its worth does not lie in reciprocity.
Most of our love is shabby stuff, but there is always a thin line of gold, the bit of pure love on which all the rest depends -- and which redeems all the rest.
Love always hurts. That’s one thing I know you know. But it’s worth it. That’s what you don’t know. Yet.
Love is the true price of love.
A love that does not discriminate seems to me to forfeit a part of its own value, by doing an injustice to its object; and secondly, not all men are worthy of love.
I say that what one loves is best: The midnight fastness of the heart.
Talk not of wasted affection - affection never was wasted.
In the long run all love is paid by love, Though undervalued by the hosts of earth; The great eternal Government above Keeps strict account and will redeem its worth. Give thy love freely; do not count the cost; So beautiful a thing was never lost In the long run.
Love is worth the sum of itself, and nothing more.
True love never runs smooth, that's what they say, but true love is worth all the pain.
Real love, after all, was worth the price you paid, however briefly it might last.
What's the earth With all its art, verse, music, worth — Compared with love, found, gained, and kept?
Was their love worth the erasure of the world and all its stories?
