Francoise Sagan Quotes

Falling out of love is like losing weight. It's a lot easier putting it on than taking it off.

Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

When my husband had an affair with someone else I watched his eyes glaze over when we ate dinner together and I heard him singing to himself without me, and when he tended the garden it was not for me. He was courteous and polite; he enjoyed being at home, but in the fantasy of his home I was not the one who sat opposite him and laughed at his jokes. He didn't want to change anything; he liked his life. The only thing he wanted to change was me.

I do not want no pretty woman. First thing you know, you fall in love with her-then you got to kill somebody about her. She'll make you so jealous, you'll bust!

Last night you left me and slept your own deep sleep. Tonight you turn and turn. I say, 'You and I will be together till the Universe dissolves.' You mumble back things you thought of when you were drunk.

Throughout it all, I loved her as much as I always had, and I found myself aching for those simpler times of the past. I knew what was happening, of course. As we were drifting apart, I was becoming more desperate to save what we once had shared; like a vicious circle, however, my desperation made us drift apart even further.

We don't fall in love and then get married; instead we get married and then learn what love requires.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had.

Absence is to love as wind is to fire: it extinguishes the little flame, it fans the big.

One of the suckiest and most frustrating facts of life is that sometimes relationship just end, often without reason. I truly believe that sometimes both men and women simply run out of love, even when there was a lot of it in the beginning

The American humorist sat on his couch suffering thoughts of her, trying to figure out how to win back her affections, wondering what had happened between them or just tumbling head-over-heels down into romantic oblivion where the image of a remembered kiss provokes bottomless despair and makes death seem like the right idea.He experienced the basics of love ended.

Whenever there is love the woman blossoms. Without love, the woman shrinks. The men who love power never fall in love. Even if they fall in love they keep themselves at a distance.

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

Could you really love someone who was capable of falling in love with somebody else?

It was not the house that grew dull, but I that grew dull in it. My wife was better than all women, and yet I could not feel it.

Marriage is the cold potato of love.

Love may turn to indifference with possession.

Things were happening around us, but nothing was happening between us.

I cannot help feeling there is something essentially wrong about love. Friends may quarrel or drift apart, close relations too, but there is not this pang, this pathos, this fatality which clings to love. Friendship never has that doomed look. Why, what is the matter? I have not stopped loving you, but because I cannot go on kissing your dim dear face, we must part, we must part.

Affection can withstand very severe storms of vigor, but not a long polar frost of indifference.

Fearless is falling madly in love again, even though you've been hurt before.

She fell asleep, lying there, her hand clasping his. Her last awareness, before she surrendered the responsibility of consciousness, was the sense of an enormous void, the void of a city and of a continent, where she would never be able to find the man whom she had no right to seek.

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