“A man doesn't kill himself because of a single woman. He kills himself because of a love that makes him discover his nakedness, his misery, his nothingness.”— Cesare Pavese
“I am young, I am twenty years old; yet I know nothing of life but despair, death, fear, and fatuous superficiality cast over an abyss of sorrow.”— Erich Maria Remarque
“Everything that I have worked for, everything that I have hoped for, everything that I have believed in during my public life, has crashed into ruins.”— Neville Chamberlain
“The heart dies a slow death, shedding each hope like leaves until one day there are none. No hopes. Nothing remains.”— Arthur Golden
“O how little do they know of the Torments of a hoping, and despairing Lover, who have not experienced what it is!”— Eliza Haywood