“He did not fail in love, but he lost the joy of it [...]”

“You like him because he's a lost boy. Believe me, I've seen it happen before. But do you know what happens to girls who love lost boys? They become lost themselves. Without fail.”

“He exulted in the possession of himself once more; he realized how much of the delight of the world he had lost when he was absorbed in that madness which they called love; he had had enough of it; he did not want to be in love anymore if love was that.”

“I'm not weeping for what I've lost ... I'm just grateful to the Lord, grateful that he gave me so much. ... Praise the Almighty God for what he gave me, for such love and such joy.”

“And he has tried to swim that stream,And he swam on both strong and steady,But the river was wide and strength did fail,And never more he'll see his Annie.And woe betide the willow wan,And woe betide the bush and briar,For they broke beneath her true love's hand,When strength did fail and limbs did tire.”

“…he glanced over his shoulder at her, regarding her, as he often did before they made love, as if she were a lost continent about to be rediscovered.”