She increases her burden of self-hatred, she behaves destructively with people she loves.

Ah! What pleasure it must be to a woman to suffer for the one she loves!

Love until it hurts.

Alas! how many ways does woman’s affection find to work out her own misery!

Since desire always goes towards that which is our direct opposite, it forces us to love that which will make us suffer.

The more you love, the more you suffer

...the pain that comes from loving someone who's in trouble can be profound.

We'll see how the sky catches fire. We'll see how she feeds the flames with her implacable hate.

She suffers and she laughs.

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

Even if she be not harmed, her heart may fail her in so much and so many horrors; and hereafter she may suffer — both in waking, from her nerves, and in sleep, from her dreams.

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

She knew she was being unfair...; she knew she was acting like the most vulgar of women, the kind that is out to cause pain and knows how.

Whoever loves the more is at a disadvantage and must suffer