An insistence on arguing a point until everybody agrees with you every time is boring, annoying, and counterproductive.
Love me! Love me until my own wings desist from flying.
We don't know anything about people, even those with whom we share everything.
If you make your woman your EVERYTHING - then your EVERYTHING hangs on her perfection. And we all know she doesn't have perfection any more than you do. Do not look for spiritual fulfillment from a woman. Do not look to a woman to give you value. Do not expect a woman to give you purpose. Do not look for redemption from a woman. Do not expect her to meet every need that you have. Do not make her your god. She is incapable of being that for you. There are things no woman can ever give you. I believe many of those things come from God. Whether you do or not, I can tell you this - you cannot find them in a woman. She may be able to help on your journey to find those things, but she can't give them to you.
When you said you love me, I knew love is repaid by love alone. So I'm passionately in love with you for it's the solace of my heart
Each person if he was lucky found the place where he could shine, and the person he could shine on. At Cranley Gardens Johnny had been audience, to Evert, to Ivan, to the whole clever, memoir-swapping gang. But with Pat he was a closely attended performer - he was funny, almost articulate, and rich in things worth saying.
At meals Mama and Papa would observe each other from opposite ends of the long table, and Mama's grey eyes would fly angry silences at Papa, who would catch them in his enormous mustache. Their marriage was a tall column of pain, like a fluted vase. Balanced precariously on the fricative point at which Mama's personality met Papa's chin, it was always about to fall over and smash.
Any interaction is training. Translation: Every time you have any kind of contact with an animalβwhen you leave food on the floor, talk to it, pass its enclosureβyou are teaching it something whether you mean to or not.
There is no destination in marriage. It is the journey that matters.
I shall not attempt here to describe my marriage. Some impression of it will doubtless emerge. For the present story, its general nature rather than its detail is important. It was not a success. At first I saw her as a life-bringer. Then I saw her as a death-bringer. Some women are like that. There is a sort of energy which seems to reveal the world: then one day you find you are being devoured. Fellow victims will know what I mean. Possibly I am a natural bachelor.
A marriage is a very secret place.
There are so many different attitudes, like different lives, in a face and in a body. So many lines and forms, so many strengths and weaknesses. The expression of health, of nervousness, even the expression of truth, are things you can look at. How long it takes to know them all. And you never do, not completely. A body or face is never the same even in a single day. And the mind, that's even more difficult.
We must listen to love before we reason for love is the reason. The reason of being, the purpose of life, it is love, simply love. Anything else stands at risk of getting lost in translation.
Maybe that's what it means to be in love, to willingly be at the mercy of another person.
Everything I do is a love letter addressed to you.
After a point, all marriages become boring, some are peacefully boring and some are annoyingly boring.
If they ever let me in those pearly gates, I'm going to walk all over God's heaven until I find that girl. And the first thing I'm going to do is ask her if she would marry me, and do it all over again.
New love is brightest, and long love is greatest; but revived love is the tenderest thing known upon earth.
Women are looking for a man that currently does not exist and men are looking for a woman that no longer exist.
All these 29 year-old women should be married by now. I would marry all of them. Hmm that doesn't sound quite right.
