Tis not love's going hurts my days, But that it went in little ways.

Women's hearts are like old china, none the worse for a break or two.

It is obviously quite difficult to be no longer loved when we are still in love, but it is incomparably more painful to be loved when we ourselves no longer love.

We are never so defenceless against suffering as when we love, never so helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object or its love.

When love begins to sicken and decay It useth an enforced ceremony. There are no tricks in plain and simple faith.

Love was an appalling bore once you had ceased loving. All that time wasted.

The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.

It is impossible to love a second time what we have really ceased to love.

There are scarcely any who are not ashamed of being beloved, when they love no more themselves.

A girl (and perhaps the same thing applies to a boy) would find life less broken apart after a misguided love affair if she could feel that she had been sinful rather than a fool.