Every time we make the decision to love someone, we open ourselves to great suffering, because those we most love cause us not only great joy but also great pain. The greatest pain comes from leaving. When the child leaves home, when the husband or wife leaves for a long period of time or for good, when the beloved friend departs to another country or dies … the pain of the leaving can tear us apart.
Still, if we want to avoid the suffering of leaving, we will never experience the joy of loving. And love is stronger than fear, life stronger than death, hope stronger than despair. We have to trust that the risk of loving is always worth taking.

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

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

The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.

She loves in a way that will make her suffer horribly.

The suspicion that a rival is loved is painful enough already, but to have the love that he inspires in her confessed to one in detail by the woman whom one adores is without doubt the acme of suffering.

To love without knowing how to love wounds the person we love.

No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to be a victim.

The deeper the feeling, the greater the pain

To love is to suffer and there can be no love otherwise.

A good soul on earth hurts very much.

It is sad to love and be unloved, but sadder still to be unable to love.

...the passion of love separated its victim terribly from everyone but the loved object.