The garlands fade, the vows are worn away; So dies her love, and so my hopes decay.

Love is dead; let lovers' eyes
Locked in endless dreams
Th' extreme of all extremes
Ope no more, for now Love dies.

Pain and loss. Hope dimmed. Ambition quenched. Love becoming an unfunny joke on the lovers! Body saying aye; mind saying nay; now saying can; future saying can’t.

Though I battle blind,
Love is a fate resigned
Memories mar my mind,
Love is a fate resigned
Over futile odds,
And laughed at by the gods
And now the final frame,
Love is a losing game.

Without love, we are birds with broken wings.

In the absence of love, we began slowly but surely to fall apart.

Without love, we're dead.

Love in a hut, with water and a crust,
Is — Love, forgive us! — cinders, ashes, dust.

All love gets over, and we must get over it.

Life often seems like a long shipwreck, of which the débris are friendship, fame, and love.

Without love, our lives are empty.

Love will wreck your heart like a derailed train. So choo-choose your partner wisely.

A ship should not ride on a single anchor, nor life on a single
hope

Without love we all like birds with broken wings.