The reason you haven’t felt it is because it doesn’t exist. What you call love was invented by guys like me, to sell nylons. You’re born alone and you die alone and this world just drops a bunch of rules on top of you to make you forget those facts. But I never forget. I’m living like there’s no tomorrow, because there isn’t one.
—  Don Draper, Mad Men 
It didn’t work out because it didn’t.
The next thing will be better because it always is.
—  Mad Men