Francois de La Rochefoucauld Quotes

No man can love a second time the person whom he has once truly ceased to love.

Love, like reputation, once fled, never returns more.

A love that dies has never lived.

Back to him she would never go, but in her lonely life still lived the sweet memory of that happy time when she believed in him and he was all in all to her.

You will go on and meet someone else and I'll just be a chapter in your tale, but for me, you were, you are and you always will be, the whole story.

Bitterly I wondered if Hardy was going to overshadow every relationship for the rest of my life, haunting me like a ghost. I didn't know how to let him go. I'd never even had him.

The truth is... I gave my heart away a long time ago, my whole heart... and I never really got it back.

He loved me. He loved me, but he doesn't love me anymore, and it's not the end of the world.

She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.

In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I'd write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you'd gone on with your life and I didn't want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn't ever want to lose that.

When somebody leaves this plane—or, if you like, goes into another room—those left behind sometimes try and stop loving—but this is a mistake, because even if you have loved only once in your life, you’re ruined.

People like you always want back the love they pushed aside. But people like me are gone forever when you say goodbye.

We can't be friends Cause I'm still in love with you.

I wish I could stop being in love with Sam. I really do.

Goodbye- please don't cry/we both know that I'm not what you need. But I will always love you.

I love you more than songs can say, but I can't keep running after yesterday.

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

Lost love is still love.

I'm terrified that I will never be able to put him from my mind. I don't love him but I'm afraid that he will make it impossible for me ever to love anyone else.

You know, when you've been dumped, the one thing you love to do is just forget about this human being, and then go on with your life - but no, you just love them harder.

Love becomes logically true when lost but still sought from the same source.

It is never good dwelling on good-byes ... it is not the being together that it prolongs, it is the parting.

If you didn't love him, this never would have happened. But you did. And accepting that love and everything that followed it is part of letting it go.

I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.