The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back.

Every love's the love before in a duller dress

Love is like quicksilver in the hand. Leave the fingers open and it stays. Clutch it, and it darts away.

Where's the man that could ease a heart like a satin gown?

Four be the things I'd have been better without: love, curiosity, freckles and doubt.

I shudder at the thought of men....
I'm due to fall in love again