I'm falling in love with you again, most terribly in love.""I've never been out of love with you, never for a second.

Anyway people never fall in love suddenly like that except in novels.

Yes of course I was in love with my own youth. Aunt Estelle? Not really. Who is one's first love?

One knows what being in love is like and it is a very terrible thing.

You've obviously never been in love.""I have actually. And awfully. And—always—without hope—I've never had my love reciprocated ever.

She's also in love with the 'Polish Rider'.""Who's he?""A picture by Rembrandt.

I'm terribly in love with you. But please don't worry about it.

This was the old, the unmistakable state of being in love which she had imagined she would never experience again.

I know how he is . . . and I can see he's not a convenient man to be in love with.