Disillusionment and Lost Love

Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy.

 

Though 1 know he loves me, / Tonight my heart is sad; / His kiss was not so wonderful / As all the dreams I had.

I hold it true, what’re befall feel it, when I sorrow most ‘is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Doubt of the reality of love ends by making us doubt everything.

Golf is like a love affair. If you don't take it seriously, it's no fun; if you do take it seriously, it breaks your heart.

Than never to have loved at all.

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness.

’Tis better to have loved and lost

 

It is the little rift within the lute,

 

My only love sprung from my only hate!

 

Plaisir d’amour ne dure qu’un moment,

 

O vocables of love, The end of an end is an echo, A last cry follows a last cry. Finality of finality Is perfection’s touch of folly.

 

It is the little rift within the lute, That by and by will make the music mute, And ever widening slowly silence all.

 

’Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all. 3

 

Ask me no more: thy fate and mine are seal’d: I strove against the stream and all in vain: Let the great river take me to the main: No more, dear love, for at a touch I yield; Ask me no more.

 

a fruitless enterprise, a great mistake, a decrepit frenzy, and rightly viewed, a corpse, some dust, a shadow, mere nothingness.

 

Everything has gone from me but the certaintyof your goodness. I cant go on spoiling your life any longer. I dont think two people could havebeen happier than we have been.

“I hate you, I hate you!” cried Madeline, a thing I didn’t know anyone ever said except in the second act of a musical comedy.

Rabbit realized the world was not solid and benign, it was a shabby set of temporaryarrangements rigged up for the time being, all for the sake of the money. You just passedthrough, and they milked you for what youwere worth, mostly when you were young andgullible.

Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded.

Everything is gratuitous, this garden, this city and myself. When you suddenly realize it, it makes you feel sick and everything begins to drift . . . that’s nausea.

One evening, I sat Beauty in my lap.—And I found her bitter.—And I cursed her.