It is a woman's nature to be constant — to love one and one only, blindly, tenderly, and for ever.

...and though it is perhaps too facile to say that he was already in love with her, it is certainly true that from that moment on she was a permanent element in his mind.

I am always in love.

But to see her was to love her, Love but her, and love forever

she knew I was in love with you.

I always wanted a beautiful loving wife and she always wanted to be a citizen.

But to see her was to love her;
Love but her, and love for ever.

But to see her was to love her,
Love but her, and love forever.

All she knew was that she must be in love with someone, or she wouldn't feel so miserable.

He was the first, the only love her life, and in a nature like hers such passions take deep root and die-hard.

In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.

But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Love once, love always

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.