The Cherry Orchard
TROFIMOV. Varya's afraid we may fall in love with each other and won't get away from us for days on end. Her narrow mind won't allow her to understand that we are above love. (2.145)
VARYA. I can't propose to him myself, little mother. People have been talking about him to me for two years now, but he either says nothing, or jokes about it. I understand. He's getting rich, he's busy, he can't bother about me. (3.47)
TROFIMOV As if I'd ever given her grounds to believe I'd stoop to such vulgarity! We are above love.
LUBOV. Then I suppose I must be beneath love. (4.53-54)