Janet Fitch Quotes

She had fallen in love so many times that she began to suspect she was not falling in love at all, but doing something much more ordinary.

Tell me then, does love make one a fool or do only fools fall in love?

But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.

What a silly thing love is! It is not half as useful as logic, for it does not prove anything and it is always telling one things that are not going to happen, and making one believe things that are not true.

It is not that love sometimes makes mistakes, but that it is, essentially, a mistake. We fall in love when our imagination projects nonexistent perfections on to another person. One day the phantasmagoria vanishes, and with it love dies.

Such is the common process of marriage. A youth and maiden exchange meeting by chance, or brought together by artifice, exchange glances, reciprocate civilities, go home, and dream of one another. Having little to divert attention, or diversify thought, they find themselves uneasy when they are apart, and therefore conclude that they shall be happy together. They marry, and discover what nothing but voluntary blindness had before concealed; they wear out life in altercations, and charge nature with cruelty.

It's hard to fall in love with somebody, and then break up and not have feelings for that same person.

[Love] is the type of disease that spares neither the intelligent nor the idiotic.

Falling in love with somebody is like a rush of heroin, and trying to break up with somebodyis like trying to kick heroin.

The love of your life won't be the man you end up with, and you'll always compare the two.

The road to love is littered by the bones of other ones, who by the magic of the moment were mysteriously undone.

Once apon a time, Ian's dark, dreamy eyes had made her melt inside. The angle of his head, the wrinkle in the left corner of his lip—they'd obsessed her. And he'd been obsessed right back. Now all Amy wanted to do was throw her shoe at the screen.

A lover is never a completely self-reliant person viewing the world through his own eyes, but a hostage to a certain delusion.

Falling in love is not at all the most stupid thing that people do - but gravitation cannot be held responsible for it.

I'd found love -- only to discover how fleeting it can be.

I carry the place around the world in my heart but sometimes I try to shake it off in my dreams

Love is the root of all joy and sorrow.

I think in a lot of romantic comedies it ends with a kiss, and I feel like in modern day relationships, and maybe just my own experience, it starts with a kiss and then all sort of falls apart and then comes together.

You told me love was fickle and fleeting.

I've never forgotten him. Dare I say I miss him? I do. I miss him. I still see him in my dreams. They are nightmares mostly, but nightmares tinged with love. Such is the strangeness of the human heart. I still cannot understand how he could abandon me so unceremoniously, without any sort of goodbye, without looking back even once. The pain is like an axe that chops my heart.

What starts love is your ability to stupefy and blind yourself to the point of being able to fall in love. What stops it is waking up.

Oh, my young friends, how delightful is the beginning of a love-business, and how undignified, sometimes, the end!

Love is a game-yes? I think it is a drowning.