Disguised in a thousand forms, hidden under an infinite variety of masks, love starvation is even more rampant than food starvation. It invades all classes and all peoples. It occurs in all climates, on every social and economic level. It seems to occur in all forms of life. Love starvation wears the stony face of the disciplinarian or speaks in the hysterical voice of the zealot. It puts on the unctuous manner of the hypocrite or the ruthlessness of the ambitious power-seeker.

Love starvation may camouflage itself in physical and mental ills, in delinquency, sometimes in death. In a family, love starvation begets love starvation in one generation after another until a rebel in that family breaks the malevolent chain. If you find yourself in such a family, BE THAT REBEL!

Her love had reached a point where now at last she was beginning to be unhappy, to be desperate.

That poor creature’s unhappiness was doubtless in great measure due to the conviction that in missing love and marriage she had missed everything.

A woman who had fallen out of love with her life

And just when she felt more capable of love than she had ever been, she found herself alone.

Isolate her, and however abundant the food or favourable the temperature, she will expire in a few days not of hunger or cold, but of loneliness.

Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.

If that was love, with cruelty here and humiliation there, then it was better to live without love.

She lived in her past life- these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that was left her in the world.

She said love was useless, because it led you into dumb exchanges in which you gave too much away, and then you got bitter and mean.

If this was love, love had been overrated.

She rarely showed her emotions, which appeared to have been burned out by the continual short-circuiting of her attention.

I think she ate a salad and some soup.
And loneliness.
She ate that, too.