Politics doesn't make strange bedfellows - marriage does.
Someone asked me why women don't gamble as much as men do, and I gave the commonsensical reply that we don't have as much money. That was a true and incomplete answer. In fact, women's total instinct for gambling is satisfied by marriage.
The secret of a happy marriage remains a secret.
I've given my memoirs far more thought than any of my marriages. You can't divorce a book.
Americans, who make more of marrying for love than any other people, also break up more of their marriages, but the figure reflects not so much the failure of love as the determination of people not to live without it.
The highest prize in a world of men is the most beautiful woman available on your arm and living there in her heart loyal to you.
Love is what makes two people sit in the middle of a bench when there is plenty of room at both ends.
A man loves his sweetheart the most, his wife the best, but his mother the longest.
No woman ever falls in love with a man unless she has a better opinion of him than he deserves.
The bravest thing that men do is love women.
A woman has to love a bad man once or twice in her life, to be thankful for a good one.
Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart.
One of the things my life has taught me is how important it is to try to say, "I love you" in ways that can be preserved, looked at, and read when you are alone or when there is adversity or when circumstances bring separation. In any case, . . . saying "I love you" is one of the "secrets" of the happy marriage that Ronnie and I have shared. Ronnie's letters move me to this day. They are his gift to me across the years, and throughout the decades of love.
The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life.
Tell me thy company and I will tell thee what thou art.
Two's a company, three's a crowd.
We are in the same boat
The right hands of fellowship.
He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs.
It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.