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“I am inclined to pray, but on principle, I don't. God is not for women. He is for the fruit. He makes you want and he makes you wicked, and while you sleep, he plants a seed in your womb that will be born to die.”
― Raven Leilani, Luster

“You can only understand the pain of love when you fall in love with someone you cannot afford to have.”
― M.F. Moonzajer

“I'm disappearing in the nightfall,
becoming one with the rocks I’m sitting on�
Sinking in my own reminiscence of your smile,
your lips and your smell�
Not missing you, not longing for you,
but grieving for the dreams that held the image of
the darkest brown eyes.
Perhaps I was your one as you called me�
It is said a man can be happy
with any woman
but the one he truly loves.”
― Tatjana Ostojic, Baghdad Nights

“I think that the process of giving your true love to someone, mainly surrounds the act of opening a door inside that's all locked up. Behind that door lives the small child that is the real you. The small child who hurts too much and feels too much and laughs too loud and always believes... true love involves unlocking the many padlocks on that door, taking her by the hand, and guiding her to the arms of the one you've chosen to love. And I think this is why some people change forever... because they loved someone in this way, but it only hurt too much. The little one was wounded. So this is why you take her back and tell her she's better off staying inside. It is a poetic, lyrical tragedy. Some people die this way, before they ever are dead. Or maybe we don't die; maybe we live on, behind that door.”
― C. JoyBell C.

“To suffer together is to suffer
with beauty,”
― Kelli Russell Agodon, Hourglass Museum

“The fist clenched round my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved

past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.

Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.”
― Derek Walcott, Collected Poems, 1948-1984

“The memory of you hurt so much at first. The more I thought about your smile, your smell, the more it hurt. But I liked punishing myself. I liked the pain because the pain was you.”
― Taylor Jenkins Reid, One True Loves

“We can read every book and stare at every piece of art about the pain of love, but we never know how much it hurts to be exposed until it's real to us. It's a feeling so foreign to our base state that it is impossible to imagine.”
― Ali Rosen, Recipe for Second Chances

“There is this pain of love. You experience it some moments. It begins like a strange gnawing in your heart. It then spreads slowly. Spreads to the whole body. You fall deeply into it. This feeling.”
― Avijeet Das

“Have you observed the journey of a water droplet that lands on a large leaf? The way it traverses the streets of the newly discovered city, the intricately designed pathways, sometimes getting lost in the narrow alleys and then finding the main street again. When it reaches the tip of the leaf, it tries to cling on to that threshold for a little extra time, unwilling to part.”
― Madhu Menon, Indira Nityanandan, Priya Narayan, Kalpana Ramrakhyani, Tulika Saha, Kusum Chopra, Anu