The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.

She was bored. She loved, had capacity to love, for love, to give and accept love. Only she tried twice and failed twice to find somebody not just strong enough to deserve it, earn it, match it, but even brave enough to accept it.

Marriage is long enough to have plenty of room for time behind it.

Listen: it’s got to be all honeymoon, always. Either heaven, or hell: no comfortable safe peaceful purgatory between for you and me to wait in until good behavior or forbearance or shame or repentance overtakes us.

Old man she said, "have you lived so long and forgotten so much that you don't remember anything you ever knew or felt about love?

Maybe you have to know anybody awful well to love them but when you have hated somebody for forty-three years you will know them awful well so maybe it's better then maybe it's fine then because after forty-three years they cant any longer surprise you or make you either very contented or very mad.

You are suffering from disappointment. But this will pass away. The saddest thing about love, Joe, is that not only the love cannot last forever, but even the heartbreak is soon forgotten.

...women will show pride and honor about almost anything except love ...