Letitia Elizabeth Landon Quotes

Love is a game in which one always cheats.

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

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

In the game of love, the losers are more celebrated than the winners.

People don't really talk about falling in love anymore. And yet falling in love is the great engine that drives all the best art - or falling out of love or being heartbroken - drives all the best books, drives all the best music, and yet we've sort of stopped talking about it.

You do care a little for me, I know... but nothing to speak of, and you don't love me. I was yours once till death if you'd cared to keep me, but I'm someone else's now... and he's mine in a way that shocks you, but why don't you stop being shocked, and attend to your own happiness.

How many times could you give up on someone you loved?

Then it is better, sir, to love whom one cannot have?" "Probably better," Lancelot said. "Certainly safer.

When two people were in love you had to leave them to it. Especially when you weren't in love and wished that you were. That could embarrass. That could hurt.

I thought of all the others who had tried to tie her to the ground and failed. So I resisted showing her the songs and poems I had written, knowing that too much truth can ruin a thing. And if that meant she wasn't entirely mine, what of it? I would be the one she could always return to without fear of recrimination or question. So I did not try to win her and contented myself with playing a beautiful game. But there was always a part of me that hoped for more, and so there was a part of me that was always a fool.

No, my dear, I'm not in love with you, no more than you are with me, and if I were, you would be the last person I'd ever tell. God help the man who ever really loves you. You'd break his heart, my darling, cruel, destructive little cat who is so careless and confident she doesn't even trouble to sheathe her claws.

Sometimes I think maybe they were right all along, the people on the other side in Zombieland. Maybe it would be better if we didn't love. If we didn't lose either. If we didn't get our hearts stomped on, shattered: if we didn't have to patch and repatch until we're like Frankenstein monsters, all sewn together and bound up by who knows what. If we could just float along, like snow. But how could anyone who's ever seen a summer - big explosions of green and skies lit up electric with splashy sunsets, a riot of flowers and wind that smells like honey - pick the snow?

Need we say it was not love, Now that love is perished?

Love comes like lightning, and disappears the same way. If you are lucky, it strikes you right. If not, you'll spend your life yearning for a man you can't have.

you once liked me, didn't you?, he asked. LIKED you- I LOVED you. Everybody loved you. You could've had anybody you wanted for the asking.

Lost love is still love.

I think that it’s fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else.

The unconquerable pang of despised love.

When love turns away, now, I don't follow it. I sit and suffer, unprotesting, until I feel the tread of another step.

Love is evil, spell it backwards, I’ll show ya.

I had been rejected, but I was still in love.

If you loved someone, really loved them, would you let them go?

Don't forget honey. Never let one man worry your mind. Find 'em, fool 'em and forget 'em.