For when a woman is left too much alone, sooner or later she begins to think; and no man knows what then… — Edwin Arlington Robinson Copy Share Image
Somewhere, on the long road that wound through those four years, the girl with her sachet & dancing slippers had slipped away… — Margaret Mitchell Copy Share Image
She was a ghost in a strange house that overnight had become immense and solitary and through which she wandered without purpose,… — Gabriel Garcia Marquez Copy Share Image
She was the first woman who left me. (on his former wife, Rachel Hunter, shortly after their break-up) — Rod Stewart Copy Share Image
