Can Love Happen Twice Quotes & Sayings

I come from the theater. Nothing is as difficult as working eight shows a week. Period. End of story. — Megan Hilty

I am glad it cannot happen twice, the fever of first love. For it is a fever, and a burden, too, whatever the poets may say. — Daphne Du Maurier

I know what it does to you, I know. Maybe that's why we hold on as hard as we do. We just can't believe that such a miracle can happen to us twice. But it can, someday you'll find it again. — Laura Zigman

We'd all been taught that, in a circle, there is no beginning, no end. Energy flows without ceasing. One can enter and exit without ever disrupting it. Something magical happens when people gather in a circle. Individual identities swirl into a collective self, which wields far more spiritual force than any one person alone. We — Daniel Black

People who think love can happen twice, actually never fell in it the first time. — Syed Arshad

I'd like ta kiss ya, but I just washed my hair. — Bette Davis

Not that he had anything against belief. People needed to believe in gods, if only because it was so hard to believe in people. The — Terry Pratchett

Virtually all informed observers agree that a fair and equitable resolution of the plight of the Palestinians would considerably weaken the anger and hatred of Israel and the US in the Arab and Muslim worlds - and far beyond, as international polls reveal. Such an agreement is surely within reach, if the US and Israel depart from their long-standing rejectionism. — Noam Chomsky

Every king of love, it seems, is the only one. It doesn't happen twice. — Jodi Lynn Anderson

Slowly, even though I thought it would never happen, New York lost its charm for me. I remember arriving in the city for the first time, passing with my parents through the First World's Club bouncers at Immigration, getting into a massive cab that didn't have a moment to waste, and falling in love as soon as we shot onto the bridge and I saw Manhattan rise up through the looks of parental terror reflected in the window. I lost my virginity in New York, twice (the second one wanted to believe he was the first so badly). I had my mind blown open by the combination of a liberal arts education and a drug-popping international crowd. I became tough. I had fun. I learned so much.
But now New York was starting to feel empty, a great party that had gone on too long and was showing no sign of ending soon. I had a headache, and I was tired. I'd danced enough. I wanted a quiet conversation with someone who knew what load-shedding was. — Mohsin Hamid