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“How do I go on when the person I love most in the world is in love with someone else? Someone tell me the solution, he thought, so I don't have to play this losing game all the way through.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“The truth only hurts when you want to believe a lie.”
― Jennifer McVey

“Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.”
― Ken Poirot

“He was always right beside me, but we were never in the same place.”
― Jacqueline Simon Gunn, Chasing Kat

“I was haunted by a painful desire for you, like the thirst of a voyageur in the desert. My feelings burst. Regret panged within me.”
― Anoir Ou-Chad, Lemon Twist

“Love Hurts. I daresay there’s two or three poems, six novels and at least twelve songs on the subject. That’s how the Janus-faced beast of poetry gets written in the first place, in all its myriad of magical forms. So; why cover this hitherto uncharted and highly original territory? Why leap fearlessly into the unknown, nostrils flared, eyes flashing fire? Well, in the name of love, lust and limerence, why on earth not? Suffering is gratuitous and pointless, yet also vital, valuable and necessary. My last tête à tête gave me plenty, incorporating elements of the forbidden, of rebellion, pornography, pregnancy, parental approval â€� followed by fury â€� of infidelity, friend estrangement, life on one island that was heavenly and a second that veered between purgatorial and infernal, of violence, miscarriage, masturbating Indians, pepper spray, antipathy, disloyalty, evictions, a planned future, failed globetrotting and habitual lies, whilst being indicative of a wider, all-encompassing social corrosion, and while the story itself may remain merely hinted at or alluded to in the course of this generalised polemic, it’s as worthy or valid as any other such tale told round the campfire and whispered across the beaches of the world.

All life’s a roll of the dice, tiger; ride into the bastard storm and if your wounds hurt, be grateful you survived to lick them, even in the darkest nights of the soul when the sun is a mattress fire the god of your love died in. Love Hurts, and in a stupendous and savage cosmos, it’s my right to sit at the keyboard and bleed. Besides, love, poverty and war are the necessary accoutrements to a fulfilled life; this is the all-encompassing theme of our human condition and the crooning, persuasive symphony of that philosophically unfathomable miracle of life itself� especially as love leads to poverty and war. Man is born unto trouble as the sparks fly upward, after all. I certainly am� we choose our own chains...

~excerpt, "Love Hurts”
― Daniel S. Fletcher

“Sometimes in life you have to miss someone you love until you don't miss the anymore.”
― Angel Moreira

“Crazy people leave you no choices. They walk into your life not listening. They don't care about any outcomes; they do what they want when they want.”
― LaShonda C. Henderson, Selah The Myth of Love Life Stories

“Betrayal is one of the most shameful acts in life. Whoever betrays you does not do this shameful act because you are imperfect or have flaws, but rather because whoever betrays you is not accustomed to a life of noble love and sincere love settled in the heart. Whoever betrays you is accustomed to moving from one person to another in search of a worldly desire that possesses his soul and soul and controls its actions, so that she is accustomed to doing this, even if you are the most beautiful in the world, she is looking for the opposite of your personality in life. Do not lose your life by living with such people, there is no place for love with them”
― Sami abouzid