Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.Love does nothing but make you weak! It turns you into an object of pity and derision--a mewling pathetic creature no more fit to live than a worm squirming on the pavement after a hard summer rain.Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever,- One foot in sea and one on shore, To one thing constant never.Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.Love is divine only and difficult always. If you think it is easy you are a fool. If you think it is natural you are blind. It is a learned application without reason or motive except that it is God.Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.There is love of course. And then there&#39;s life, its enemy.Any fool can be happy. It takes a man with real heart to make beauty out of the stuff that makes us weep.Love isn&#39;t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.She was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. She was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.&#39;Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.Everyone has a right to love and be loved, and nobody on this earth has the right to tell anyone that their love for another human being is morally wrong.Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.I was never one to patiently pick up broken fragments and glue them together again and tell myself that the mended whole was as good as new. What is broken is broken -- and I&#39;d rather remember it as it was at its best than mend it and see the broken places as long as I lived.The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.The hottest love has the coldest end.There is a comfort in the strength of love;<br/>&#39;Twill make a thing endurable, which else<br/>Would overset the brain, or break the heart.Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don&#39;t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.