Love Fading Quotes

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Marriage, from love, like vinegar from wine-- A sad, sour sober beverage--by time Is sharpened from its high celestial flavor Down to a very homely household savor.

Love is a growing, or full constant light; And his first minute, after noon, is night.

You've got to learn to leave the table When love's no longer being served".

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

And indeed when we are no longer in love with women whom we meet after many years, is there not the abyss of death between them and ourselves, just as much as if they were no longer of this world, since the fact that we are no longer in love makes the people that they were or the person that we were then as good as dead?

Perhaps if they had stayed together longer, Sabina and Franz would have begun to understand the words they used. Gradually, timorously, their vocabularies would have come together, like bashful lovers, and the music of one would have begun to intersect with the music of the other. But it was too late now.

But it's not easy. I've been thinking it over for years. While we loved each other we didn't need words to make ourselves understood. But people don't love forever. A time came when I should have found the words to keep her with me, only I couldn't.

What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?

It's sad that children cannot know their parents when they were younger; when they were loving, courting, and being nice to one another. By the time children are old enough to observe, the romance has all too often faded or gone underground.

Dexter, I love you so much. So, so much, and I probably always will. I just don't like you anymore. I'm sorry.

But I didn't frame it; I put into an envelope and sealed it and stuffed it far back into a corner drawer of a filing cabinet. It's there, just in case one of these days I start to lose her. There might be a morning when I wake up and her face isn't the first thing I see. Or a lazy August afternoon when I can't quite recall anymore where the freckles were on her right shoulders. Maybe one of these days, I will not be able to listen to the sound of snow falling and hear her footsteps.

If two people who love each other let a single instant wedge itself between them, it grows-it becomes a month, a year, a century; it becomes to late.

After a while in marriage, it doesn't work anymore. There is something missing, there is something wrong. There are few marriages that stay alive forever. We like something, and after a while, we hate what we used to love.

It would appear that love is dead. Or very likely in a bad way.

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

Honeymoons are the beginning of wisdom--but the beginning of wisdom is the end of romance.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.

Falling out of love is chiefly a matter of forgetting how charming someone is.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

It is almost always a fault of one who loves not to realize when he ceases to be loved.

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

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