Once, when I was young and true. Someone left me sad - Broke my brittle heart in two; And that is very bad. Love is for unlucky folk, Love is but a curse. Once there was a heart I broke; And that, I think, is worse.
Once there was a princess who was very beautiful. She shone bright as the stars on a moonless night. But what difference did it make that she was beautiful? None. No difference." Why did it make no difference?" asked Abilene. Because," said Pellegrina, "She was a princess who loved no one and cared nothing for love, even though there were many who loved her.
She didn't love him and he didn't love her; she was like an addiction, and what they were doing had a darkness to it, a weight.
Love is not ful of pittie (as men say) But deaffe and cruell, where he meanes to pray.
No one shows love. There's no unity between the artists and the streets. There's none of that in D.C. You're never gonna get love in D.C. If you get love in D.C., then you're a special person.
All love is betrayal, in that it flatters life. The loveless man is best armed.
It's a bad religion to be in love with someone who could never love you.
Love is not always blind and there are few things that cause greater wretchedness than to love with all your heart someone who you know is unworthy of love.
Because feeling love does make you feel superior. Until you find out you aren't loved back.
Kissing in front of the loveless is an act of cruelty.
