You come on as a guest. You don't get the girl anymore. But that is our lives. You start off as the boyfriend, then you are the lover, then you are the husband, then you are the father, and then you are the grandfather.
The honeymoon is not actually over until we cease to stifle our sighs and begin to stifle our yawns.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
A new couple does a lot of things for each other. And slowly they lose interest and it affects the relationship. It is a part of life and a lot of people experience this.
Marriage is the tomb of love.
I was tired of my lady, we'd been together too long, like a worn-out recording of a favorite song.
My hearing has suffered seriously; just now I am obliged to have the assistance of an ear trumpet. Think of that, my beauty! - There 's a state for your old Lover to be in! - No more tender whisperings! Imagine sweet confessions to be made through an ear trumpet!
The loss of courtship in modern days - like, people don't court anybody anymore. There's no beauty about it.
