Relationships and Family

O, young Lochinvar is come out of the west,

It is the secret sympathy,

There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.

Experience shows us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.

Grown-ups never understand anything for themselves, and it is tiresome for children to be always and forever explaining things to them.

A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.

For there is no friend like a sister

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

I hold this to be the highest task for a bond between two people: that each protects the solitude of the other.

They shift the moving toyshop of their heart.

Whoever thinks a faultless piece to see,

‘Oh Grandmother! What big ears you have!’

Four be the things I’d been better without:

Fare well my dear child and pray for me, and I shall for you and all your friends that we may merrily meet in heaven.

No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life

No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life

Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,

If I am pressed to say why I loved him, I feel it can only be explained by replying: ‘Because it was he; because it was me.’

It should be noted that children at play are not playing about; their games should be seen as their most serious-minded activity.

The evening star,

Flesh of flesh,

To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,

Hence, vain deluding joys,

Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.