Thus ended the first and adventurous part of his existence. What followed was so different that, but for the reality of sorrow which remained with him, this strange part must have resembled a dream.

Warmed-over loves and soups are generally not recommended.

Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Where love fails we espy all faults.

The heart that can no longer Love passionately, must with fury hate.

It is not because other people are dead that our affection for them grows faint, it is because we our-self are dying.

After all, my erstwhile dear, My no longer cherished, Need we say it was no love, Just because it perished?

A girl (and perhaps the same thing applies to a boy) would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if she could feel that she had been sinful rather than a fool.

There are scarcely any who are not ashamed of being beloved, when they love no more themselves.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have really ceased to love.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

Love was an appalling bore once you had ceased loving. All that time wasted.

When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

It is obviously quite difficult to be no longer loved when we are still in love, but it is incomparably more painful to be loved when we ourselves no longer love.

Women's hearts are like old china, none the worse for a break or two.

Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways.