“Love does not hurt people. Fear does.”
“I've always heard people complaining that love hurts. So, how does it look like, does it have a sword?”
“Why does it hurt so much? Why does it have to hurt?”
“Like a broken vase does not fear of breaking once more, my broken heart is not affected by your hurting words anymore!”
“Life is so damned hard, so damned hard... It just hurts people and hurts people, until finally it hurts them so that they can't be hurt ever any more. That's the last and worst thing it does.”
“Why does loving somebody mean you have to hurt them just as much? I mean if that’s the way it goes, what’s the point of loving someone? Why the hell does it have to be like that?”