Stronger than lover's love is lover's hate. Incurable, in each, the wounds they make.

A profound love between two people involves, after all, the power and chance of doing profound hurt.

Isn't hate merely the result of wounded love?

Shame, blame, disrespect, betrayal, and the withholding of affection damage the roots from which love grows. Love can only survive these injuries if they are acknowledged, healed, and rare.

Love's an excuse to get hurt and to hurt. Do you like to hurt? I do, I do then hurt me.

La honte que cause l’amour est comme sa douleur: on ne l’éprouve qu’une fois. On peut encore la feindre après; mais on ne la sent plus. Cependant le plaisir reste, et c’est bien quelque chose.

There is no pain equal to that which two lovers can inflict on one another... It is when we begin to hurt those whom we love that the guilt with which we are born becomes intolerable, and since all those whom we love intensely and continuously grow part of us, and since we hate ourselves in them, so we torture ourselves and them together.

If you love deeply, you're going to get hurt badly. But it's still worth it.

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.

I don’t think love has to hurt as much as it did in the past. I don’t think we have to allow love to hurt us as much as it has. We certainly don’t have to let it destroy us.

As long as there is hurt, it's a sign there is love. Once you stop hurting, you love has died

Believe it or not — it takes a lot of love to hate you like this.

Vierte amor en las heridas.

733. As the best Wine makes the sharpest Vinegar, so the deepest Love turns to the deadliest Hatred.