Toxic Relationships

Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.

Man may escape from rope and gun; Nay, some have outliv’d the doctor’s pill: Who takes a woman must be undone, That basilisk is sure to kill. The fly that sips treacle is lost in the sweets, So he that tastes woman, woman, woman, He that tastes woman, ruin meets.

Leaving the page of the book carelessly open, something unsaid, the phone off the hook and the love, whatever it was, an infection.

The first breath of adultery is the freest; after it, constraints aping marriage appear.

Among such persons are those women who transform themselves into just that function of a man that is but weakly developed in him, and then become his purse, or his politics, or his social intercourse. Such beings maintain themselves best when they insert themselves in an alien organism; if they do not succeed they become vexed, irritated, and eat themselves up.

There is no such thing as a lovers' oath.

Most women set out to try to change a man, and when they have changed him they don't like him.