No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.

Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.

Even heaven is hell without you.

Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.

All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.

...summer was the swiftness with which Dill would reach up and kiss me when Jem was not looking, the longing we sometimes felt each other feel. With him life was routine; without him life was unbearable.