She had loved him for such a long time, she thought. How was it that she did now know him at all? ― Cassandra Clare
Silence is the perfectest herault of joy. I was but little happy if I could say how much. ― William Shakespeare
The sun's gone dim, and the moon's gone black. For I loved him, and he didn't love back. ― Dorothy Parker
You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults. ― William Faulkner
I'm as cruel as life. As cruel as love. ― L.J. Smith
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