Jean de la Bruyere Quotes

Love is getting to be cynical, passion's just physical.

Love dries up, I thought as I walked back to the bathroom, even faster than sperm.

He hadn't loved me well in the end, but he'd loved me well when it mattered.

There is no love left in your eyes, there is no love between your thighs.

Airplanes have dulled and desensitized us; we are encumbered, like lovers in a suit of armor.

‎Keep your love, I have no use for it anymore.

At twenty-eight I'd had a handful of beaux, but had only been in love once, and that had been awful enough to make me doubt men and myself for a good long while.

No people find each other more absurd than lovers

Lovers know what they want, but not what they need.

Most people experience love, without noticing that there is anything remarkable about it.

I am an invisible monster, and I am incapable of loving anybody. You don't know which is worse.

She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.

Lovers are angry, reconciled, entreat, thank, appoint, and finally speak all things, by their.

You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.

Relationships that begin in passion's raging fire often end in the coldest ashes.

Oh, my young friends, how delightful is the beginning of a love-business, and how undignified, sometimes, the end!

In an undertone, I murmured, "This isn't over. I won't give up on you." "I've given up on you," he said back, voice also soft. "Love fades. Mine has.

You don't make me feel like you used to. That's why I'm leaving That's why people leave each other They come to their senses and get selfish again.

One of the advantages or disadvantages of the way in which we live in these modern days is that we are ceasing to feel. That is to say we do not permit ourselves to be affected by either death or misfortune, provided these natural calamities leave our own persons unscathed.

We are, all of us, creatures of habit, and when the seeeming necessity for schooling ourselves in new ways ceases to exist, we fall naturally and easily into the manner and customs which long usage has implanted ineradicably within us.

Reformed rakes make the best husbands,"Violet said. "Rubbish and you know it." -Anthony to Violet

I loved her for so long. Our past trails behind us like a comet's tail, the future stretched out before us like the universe. Things happen. People get lost and love breaks.

Something’s died in me,” she goes. “It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.

He'd stopped trying to bring her back. She only came back when she felt like it anyway, in dreams and lies and broken-down deja-vu.

If you can't be friends with a lover, then forget it. It's not going to work.