Love Change Quotes

Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.

Love lasts because it changes and not because it stays the same and never faces any challenges.

It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing.

A love grown old is not the love once new.

Gone were my girlish ideas about romantic love and my later ideas about sexual love. From Yi, I learned to appreciate deep-heart love. Peony in Love

The moon, the moon, so silver and cold, Her fickle temper has oft been told, Now shade--now bright and sunny-- But of all the lunar things that change, The one that shows most fickle and strange, And takes the most eccentric range, Is the moon--so called--of honey!

Before, you think of it as a permanent bond of happiness; later, you see that it is a yoke, borne unequally. You marry to keep love, but sometimes that is the surest way to lose it.

I had loved poetry and the theatre. Now I loved adventure more.

But I can tell - let truth be told - That love will change in growing old; Though day by day is nought to see, So delicate his motions be.

But like everything else, love changed.

No matter how much you love your spouse, you won't love them in the same way you do your baby. It's a different love, and everything changes. You have to figure out how to parent together.

A woman is faithful to her first lover for a long time - unless she happens to take a second.

I realized how truly hard it was, really, to see someone you love change right before your eyes. Not only is it scary, it throws your balance off as well.

There was a time when I thought I loved my first wife more than life itself. But now I hate her guts. I do. How do you explain that? What happened to that love? What happened to it, is what I'd like to know. I wish someone could tell me.

I have always had an instinct for doing new things. Call it good or bad, I love to experiment.

Just because you don't see someone doesn't mean the love has changed.

Constancy in love is of two sorts: One is the effect of new excellencies that are always presenting themselves afresh, and attractour affections continually; the other is only from a point of honor, and a taking of pride not to change.

We fall in love with one version of someone and we expect them to stay that way, but they never do.

He was already looking at their relationship through the lens of the past tense. It puzzled her, the ability of romantic love to mutate, how quickly a loved one could become a stranger. Where did the love go? Perhaps real love was familial, somehow, linked to blood, since love for children did not die as romantic love did.

There hardly can be a greater difference between any two men, than there too often is, between the same man, a lover and a husband.

I love my parents. I did love them. It's complicated.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

Regardless of whether I can shift my affections to another - and the heart, as you observed, is a notoriously fickle beast - the question remains: should I?