Liz Phair 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.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

I'm not really a believer in romantic, happily-ever-after love stories.

I just think love is stupid.

Love is like the little red toy wagon you get for your Christmas or your sixth birthday. It makes you deliriously happy and you just can't leave it alone. But sooner or later the wheels come off. Then you leave it in a corner and forget it. Falling in love is great. Being in love is a disaster

Love is a fog that burns with the first daylight of reality.

These things end,” she said. “They always end. Nobody marries their first love. First love is just that. First. It’s implied that something else will follow.

Love is a deception and a trap. Love is as big a myth that God sits with his flowing white beard in a throne and looks at us.

The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.

I think once you enter the dating world and you realise it's nothing like those Disney movies you watched when you were a little girl, you just become more guarded.

First love is first love, first marriage is first marriage, disappointment is disappointment.

But I thought love would more than prevail.

Imagination which comes into play in falling in love is different from any other. Certainly in my case, and I've fallen in love all my life, one imagines the person to be as you want them to be. They frequently turn out to be someone different, for better or worse.

When you're younger, love is this magic thing where the heavens open up. You live 40 years past that, you realize sometimes the heavens close down.

The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.

I love love and falling in love, but it can get pretty flat real fast.

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

Don't tell me you don't know what love is When you're old enough to know better.

Ah love, let us be true to one another, which seems to lie before us like a land of dreams; so various, so beautiful, so new, hath really neither joy nor love nor life.

But new love only lasts so long, and then you crash back into the real people you are, and from as high as we were, it's a very long fall, and we hit the ground with a thud.

The bottom line is that we never fall for the people we're supposed to.

I love you', though, were three words she had often heard during her twenty-two years, and it seemed to her that they were now completely devoid of meaning, because they had never turned into anything serious or deep, never translated into a lasting relationship.

I really thought that love would save us all.

Love is like a card trick. After you know how it works, it's no fun any more.

Love is a fever," she said. "And when you come out of it you'll discover whether you've been lucky - or not.