Frailty, thy (your) name is woman
Hamlet, William Shakespeare.
Love:
Once drinking deep of that divinest anguish,
How could I seek the empty world again?
"Remembrance" by Emily Bronte
LOVE:
If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be;
and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe
would turn to a mighty stranger: I should not seem a part of it.
Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
You cannot eat the orange and throw the peel away_ a man is not a piece of fruit!
Death of a Salesman, Arthur Miller.