I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Divine Epigrams: To our Lord, upon the Water Made Wine
by Richard Crashaw
Thou water turn'st to wine, fair friend of life,
Thy foe, to cross the sweet arts of thy reign,
Distills from thence the tears of wrath and strife,
And so turns wine to water back again.