"Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life...You give them a piece of you. They didn't ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like 'maybe we should be just friends' or 'how very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love."

Angelica: After all, I'm playing the most dangerous game of all!
Chuckie: Musical Chairs?
Angelica: No, dummy! Love!

Love is not some victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah

It's not hard to dream you'll always be my Konstantine
My Konstantine
They'll never hurt you like I do...

Through the woods a girl came sadly
something broken in her chest
She had dared to love another
Alas, no better than the rest
Up my path a girl came gladly
Something opened up my doors
I longed to stop her bleeding heart
So I drew her to my shores
Those you trust will hurt you badly
something now I'm sure you'll see
So drown your tears in me, my dear
As you drown my dear, in me...

Love breaks your heart.
Love takes no less than everything.
Love makes it hard,
And it fades away so easily.

Love is poison. A sweet poison, yes, but it will kill you all the same.

I wonder on what principle some people are given beautiful Queens to marry and others are given nobody or worse than nobody.

We are only human, and the gods have fashioned us for love. That is our great glory, and our great tragedy.

It's gilt-edged, glamorous and sleek by design
You know it's jealous by nature, false and unkind
It's hard and restrained and it's totally cool
It touches and teases while you stumble in the debris.

"This is love. When someone drags you from the wreckage when you have given in, ready to just lie there and die. This is love. When someone, no matter what the cost, shows you there is hope, a choice, that you can put down your gun. This is love. Love hurts."