Women sometimes allow you to be unfaithful to their love; they never allow you to wound their self-esteem.

A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her...but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

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.

“A woman can forgive a man for the harm he does her,” he said, “but she can never forgive him for the sacrifices he makes on her account.”

If a woman loves a man she does that which is good for him.

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

Someday the man you have loved, the woman you have loved, may find somebody else. It is simply human to be happy — but your woman is happy with somebody else. It does not make any difference whether she is happy with you or happy with somebody else, she is happy. And if you love her so much, how can you destroy her happiness? A

It's hard to love a woman and do anything.

A woman finds a man and the whole world is a new place. And the fighting stiffness that was ever in her body, goes. And the hardness of her head stops and she does not think any more with her head but feels with her heart. Yes, it is ever so. And with a man it is so too. His shoulders square and a smile is not far from his lips and there is a new certainty in him. Yes. It has ever been so and it will ever be so when a man and a woman love. **Page 123

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

Love until it hurts.

I don't think a man should EVER hit a woman..... until the 5th time she cracks him in the face.

She said, "We are bound to hurt one another so much, again and again. We are so terribly different." "Yes," he said, "But the more different, the more lovely the loving."