Life is hard. It is. And it's like, I don't want anybody feeling any pain.

The greatest pleasures are only narrowly separated from disgust.

Ardor, n. The quality that distinguishes love without knowledge.

You call it madness but I call it love.

It's been a long time. How have you been doing? I'm fine. How are you? You're looking very handsome today, Addolgar the Handsome, lord of my loins. At least that was what she'd like to say to him, but...

He glared at Lucian in the manner of birds, first peering through one eye and then turning his head to peer through the other, apparently finding both views equally loathsome.

Let me out! Let me out! Let me out! Wait -- let me back in!... Let me in! Let me in! Let me in! Wait -- let me back out!

I don't need to write. Madness or suicide are other options, though not nearly as compelling. But I want to create; I hope to create worlds in my own image, admittedly a self-centered plan. I want...

Romanticism in loneliness is a true romanticism

You could always call her secretive, masking her feelings beautifully lest anyone intrude into her inmost realm of hidden thoughts. It was a defense Urmila had evolved since childhood.

There is no more lively sensation than that of pain; its impressions are certain and dependable, they never deceive as may those of the pleasure women perpetually feign and almost never experience.

... it's always somebody's fault - I blame you for my helpless love - do you think I chose this? Your beauty compelled me...

From long experience she knew that she wore her loneliness like armor. Very few people ever recognized it for what it was. To the casual observer it looked very much like arrogance. Sometimes it was.

In all of her immortal life, Morweena had never felt so alone, helpless or weak. So scared.

Poirot, watching him, felt suddenly a doubt - - an uncomfortable twinge. Was there, here, something that he had missed? Some richness of the spirit? Sadness crept over him. Yes, he should have become...

This is what I'm supposed to be doing this summer. This is how I'm supposed to be passing my days. Figuring out the secret to how she was the most joyful person when she was dying. Because I'm living,...

WHY did she do this? She was a terrible drunk texter. All the things she wanted to say to people during the day came out at night, like a vampire.

I strike fear into you because I am a man?" "It isn't funny." "I do not laugh. It is a sad thing, yes, that your husband is a man. A very terrible thing.

You do not get to choose who you love.

Only the hopeless love God.

Septimus has been working too hard - that was all she could say to her own mother. To love makes one solitary, she thought.

He wanted desperately to love her, to be able to make her happy, to be a family with her and their children. He wanted the dream - home, wife, children, love, happiness. Not fleetingly - gone almost...

Why did he kiss you? she said.

It's not fair to show someone the sun and then to banish him from it. Even the devil may cry when he looks around hell and realizes that he's there alone.

The movie I was working on, "Cleopatra", it's about how destructive a force love can be. But maybe that's what every story is about.

Love is universal migraine, A bright stain on the vision Blotting out reason. Symptoms of true love Are leanness, jealousy, Laggard dawns; Are omens and nightmares - Listening for a knock, Waiting for...

Ashley watched her go and saw her square her small shoulders as she went. And that gesture went to his heart, more than any words she had spoken.

"To a gargoyle on the ramparts of Notre Dame as Esmeralda rides off with Gringoire Quasimodo says, 'Why was I not made of stone like thee?'"

...always felt the pain of her friends so keenly that she could not speak easy, fluent words of comforting. Besides, she remembered how well-meant speeches had hurt her in her own sorrow and was...

almost fanatically, began to see another man, and although she still clung on to Williams for his money, it was quite obvious to him that she didn't love him