Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love! — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
I see no reason why I should not live on indefinitely just as I have done, and on the whole I am more comfortable… — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
children had no place in love affairs. Children ought to be born to widows and old maids. — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
One wants more time, more youth. That is it. That is all one asks for - nothing but that, a little more time. Hear… — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
I am a woman. My life is a long, strong, twisted rope, made up of a number of human relationships, nothing more. — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
Love, is it? First you lose your appetite, then you lose your tongue, then you take leave of your senses, and that's love! — Mary Borden Copy Share Image
