But love is not some kind of victory march, No it’s a cold and it’s a very broken Hallelujah.
Brief is life but love is long.
At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That’s a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don’t start measuring her limbs.
Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It creates the failures. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
Almost all women will give a sympathizing hearing to men who are in love. Be they ever so old, they grow young again with that conversation, and renew their own early times.
All you need is love.
All life is just a progression toward, and then a recession from, one phrase — ‘I love you.’
A woman can bring a new love to each man she loves, providing there are not too many.
A love known to the person who inspires it becomes more bearable.[L’amour connu de celle qui l’inspire en devient plus supportable.]
A love affair should always be a honeymoon. And the only way to make sure of that is to keep changing the man; for the same man can never keep it up.
‘T is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
