A man can be happy with any woman, as long as he does not love her.
A man always finds it hard to realise that he may have finally lost a woman’s love, however badly he may have treated her.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
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.
A lot of times love doesn’t work out. Yet even when it fails, it connects you to others and, in the end, that is all you have, the connections.
A heart is not judged by how much you love; but by how much you are loved by others.
A bad love experience is no reason to fear a new love experience.
“And what would humans be without love?” RARE, said Death.
‘Tis love that makes the world go round!
‘T is better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
