A thief he will rob you, and take all you have

But a false-hearted lover will send you to your grave

They’ll hug and they’ll kiss you and tell you more lies

Than the crossties on the railroad or the stars in the skies

—“On Top of Old Smokey,”
traditional American folk song

I hate you so much that I’d destroy myself to take you down with me.

—Rita Hayworth, Gilda

There are two dilemmas … that rattle the human soul. How do you hold on to someone who won’t stay? And how do you get rid of someone who won’t go?

—Danny DeVito, The War of the Roses