It is little men know of women; their smiles and their tears alike are seldom what they seem.

Guys always think tears are a sign of weakness. They’re a sign of FRUSTRATION. She’s only crying so she won’t cut your throat in your sleep. So make nice and be grateful.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

I often want to cry. That is the only advantage women have over men - at least they can cry.

Events that are predestined require but little management. They manage themselves. They slip into place while we sleep, and suddenly we are aware that the thing we fear to attempt, is already accomplished.