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Love Hurts

Of all pains, the greatest pain,
Is to love, and to love in vain.

Why is it that we don't always recognize the moment love begins, but we always recognize the moment it ends?

Love is like war: easy to begin but hard to end.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

No matter how badly your heart is broken, the world does not stop for your grief!

Hearts will never be practical until they are made unbreakable.

There is love of course. And then there's life, its enemy.

Love means exposing yourself to the pain of being hurt, deeply hurt by someone you trust

You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.

Anyne who loves must know how to lose themselves and find themselves again.
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