A Woman Scorned...
Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned; Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned.
William Congreve. From a play called the "The Mourning Bride" (1697)
Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
You are a woman: you must never speak what you think;
your words must contradict your thoughts,
but your actions may contradict your words.
Uncertainty and expectation are the joys of life. Security is an insipid thing.
Grief walks upon the heels of pleasure; married in haste, we repent at leisure.
Never go to bed angry, stay up and fight.
I know that's a secret, for it's whispered every where.