If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don’t, they never were.
~ Kahlil Gibran
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
~ William Shakespeare