You say we can keep our love alive
Babe - all I know is what I see -
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris.
Babe - all I know is what I see -
The couples cling and claw
And drown in love's debris.
— Carly Simon, That's the Way I've Always Heard It Should Be
Stayed in bed all mornin' just to pass the time
There's something wrong here, there can be no denyin'
One of us is changin', or maybe we've just stopped tryin'
And it's too late baby, now, it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide it and I just can't fake it
There's something wrong here, there can be no denyin'
One of us is changin', or maybe we've just stopped tryin'
And it's too late baby, now, it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide it and I just can't fake it
— Carole King, It's Too Late
Robert: ...let's be honest. Were you ever really happy with me?
Grace: I was happy enough! So we didn't have the romance of the century. But I thought we were normal. I thought we were like everybody else. I thought this was life.
Robert: And I thought there was more.
Grace: I was happy enough! So we didn't have the romance of the century. But I thought we were normal. I thought we were like everybody else. I thought this was life.
Robert: And I thought there was more.
— Grace and Frankie, "The End"
This woman, to all appearances, must have loved this man with as much love as was in her, but probably from the repeated mutual reproaches growing out of the frightful distress that weighed on them all, the love had gone out. She now felt toward her husband nothing more than the ashes of affection. Still the words of endearment, as often happens, had survived. She said to him, "dear", "my darling", "my man", etc. with her lips, but her heart was silent.
"Her tendency to wear clothing and accessories with flowers and butterflies usually added a touch of hippie to the mix, but today she was wearing one of his old T-shirts and nothing else. Fifteen months ago, he would've found the sharp hint of her nipples against the cotton and her naked perfect legs to be enticing. Now all he could think was that she was getting the scent of brimstone all over another one of his shirts.
She did it on purpose. She was slowly odorizing his wardrobe, marking her territory."
She did it on purpose. She was slowly odorizing his wardrobe, marking her territory."
— Monster
Some love is just a lie of the heart,
The cold remains of what began
With a passionate start.
And they may not want it to end,
But it will, it's just a question of when.
The cold remains of what began
With a passionate start.
And they may not want it to end,
But it will, it's just a question of when.
— Billy Joel, "A Matter Of Trust"
"I know you don't understand, but there was a time when him and I were happy together. Eugene is— and always has been— a very focused man. He picks one goal and persues it with single-minded devotion. When he decided his goal was to make me his woman, we had a very good life. The problem is, he rarely sees any one project through to the end."
— Sara Greenhilt, The Order of the Stick, "(Eu)Gene Therapy"
And you've been taking her for granted, relationship disenchanted
Haven't had a real talk in so long
All the intact hurt just makes the love feel too thin.
Because when you said "I do"
You didn't do it with enough follow through
And though the match has been made
The text that's displayed says you're still in the queue.
Haven't had a real talk in so long
All the intact hurt just makes the love feel too thin.
Because when you said "I do"
You didn't do it with enough follow through
And though the match has been made
The text that's displayed says you're still in the queue.
— Brian David Gilbert, Don't Tell Your WIFE About This Game!
