I never wanted but your heart--that gone, you have nothing more to give.
I could not unlove him now, merely because I found that he had ceased to notice me.
I wish you luck,' she said, kissing him on the cheek. He still had the most beautiful eyes of any boy she'd ever seen. But now her heart beat so much faster for someone else.
After all my erstwhile dear, my no longer cherished; Need we say it was not love, just because it perished?
I don't love you anymore. Goodbye.
From that moment our love became sad, and sadness is a disease which gives the death-blow to affection.
And the Top spoke no more of his old love; for that dies away when the beloved objects has lain for five years in a roof gutter and got wet through; yes, one does not know her again when one meets her in the dust box.
When I met you you were oh so sweet, now you give me the bread and you take all the meat.
I know you'll never love me like you used to.
