The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned. - William Somerset Maugham

This love was a torment, and he resented bitterly the subjugation in which it held him; he was a prisoner and he longed for freedom.

Sometimes he awoke in the morning and felt nothing; his soul leaped, for he thought he was free; he loved no longer; but in a little while, as he grew wide awake, the pain settled in his heart, and he knew that he was not cured yet.

It's no good crying over spilt milk, because all the forces of the universe were bent on spilling it.

Women are constantly trying to commit suicide for love, but generally they take care not to succeed.