Paper Moon

“Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. Also like the measles, we take it only once. One never need be afraid of catching it a second time.”
― Jerome K. Jerome, Idle Thoughts of an Idle Fellow

“There was a filmy veil of soft dull mist obscuring, but not hiding, all objects, giving them a lilac hue, for the sun had not yet fully set; a robin was singing ... The leaves were more gorgeous than ever; the first touch of frost would lay them all low to the ground. Already one or two kept constantly floating down, amber and golden in the low slanting sun-rays.”
― Elizabeth Gaskell, North and South

“Love is the most melodious of all harmonies and the sentiment of love is innate. Woman is a delightful instrument of pleasure, but it is necessary to know its trembling strings, to study the position of them, the timid keyboard, the fingering so changeful and capricious which befits it.”
― Honore de Balzac

“Do not be afraid of my words: a dead woman wants nothing more, she wants neither love nor pity nor consolation.”
― Stefan Zweig, Brief einer Unbekannten