Grumbling is the death of love.

I'm worth more dead than alive. Don't cry for me after I'm gone; cry for me now.

How do you know love is gone? If you said that you would be there at seven and you get there by nine, and he or she has not called the police - it's gone.

[The lover says:] How beautiful you are, now that you love me

Once a woman has forgiven a man, she must not reheat his sins for breakfast

Throughout it all I have to say you have given me a hard time, you animal, but there are days, like today, I know when you die I am going to miss you. Often I catch myself missing you and your days aren't up. Gosh I am going to miss you dog. I know I am. -Marlene M. Chavez