Apparently, women need to feel loved to have sex, and men need to have sex to feel loved, so the basic act of continuing the species requires a lie from one of you.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Don't threaten me with love, baby. Let's just go walking in the rain.
I'm not perfect, but you should have waited. I was worth it.
When you put someone on a pedestal you may find they only look down on you.
Live through this, and you won't look back. There's one thing I want to say, so I'll be brave: you were what I wanted, I gave what I gave. I'm not sorry I met you. I'm not sorry it's over. I'm not sorry there's nothing to save.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.
Once a woman has forgiven her man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast.
We are like sculptors, constantly carving out of others the image we long for, need, love or desire, often against reality, against their benefit, and always, in the end, a disappointment, because it does not fit them.