Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.
I love what's left after love has been tested.
But I had been in love pretty often and I didn't think it stood the wear and tear.
Love isn't a switch you can turn on and off. You just can't get rid of it, regardless of the circumstances, if you truly love someone.
If thou marry beauty, thou bindest thyself all thy life for that which, perchance, will neither last nor please thee one year.
And you'll always love me won't you? Yes And the rain won't make any difference? No
