Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts.
There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations
Love is like the truth, sometimes it prevails, sometimes it hurts
Love, to be real, must cost - it must hurt - it must empty us of self
I have learned now that while those who speak about one’s miseries usually hurt, those who keep silence hurt more
A woman is the only thing I am afraid of that I know will not hurt
me.
Where there is love, there is pain
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