“If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.”

“Alas, that love, so gentle in his view,
Should be so tyrannous and rough in proof!

*It’s sad. Love looks like a nice thing, but it’s actually very rough when you experience it.”

“Is it not love that knows how to make smooth things rough and rough things smooth?”

“Loving a man shouldn't have to be this rough”

“I love to dream, but do not wish
To have a pin prick rouse me.”

“It ought to be easy, ought to be simple enough.
Man meets woman and they fall in love.
But the house is haunted and the ride gets rough.
And you've got to learn to live with what you can't rise above
If you want to ride on down in through this tunnel of love.”

“What thing is love?—for (well I wot) love is a thing
It is a prick, it is a sting,
It is a pretty, pretty thing;
It is a fire, it is a coal,
Whose flame creeps in at every hole!”

“Nothing becomes some women more than the prick of ambition. Love, on the contrary, may make them very dull.”

“I recalled when I worked in the woods
and the bars of Madras, Oregon.
That short-haired joy and roughness—
America—your stupidity.
I could almost love you again.”

“So much of the language of love was like that: you devoured someone with your eyes, you drank in the sight of him, you swallowed him whole. Love was substance, broken down and beating through your bloodstream.”