The world owes all its onward impulses to men ill at ease. The happy man inevitably confines himself within ancient limits.
You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject forever.
I’m a human being and I fall in love and sometimes I don’t have control of every situation.
A story is never finished; it only stops.