I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.
The purpose of marriage is not to have pleasure and to be idle, but to procreate and bring up children, to support a household. This, of course, is a huge burden full of great cares and toils. But you have been created by God to be a husband or a wife that you may learn to bear these troubles. Those who have no love for children are… unworthy of being called men or women; for they despise the blessing of God, the creator and author of marriage.
Whether idyllic or defective, relationships are the fabric of life.
He who has a partner has a master.
God created the institution of marriage for mutual happiness and pleasure.
The marriage seemed to flourish on Father’s extended absences.
My faith gives me the ability to say, whatever is next, I’m ready. If it is Hillary or Trump I am ready because they might sit on the desk but they do not sit on the throne.
Our biographies involve each other so intrinsically now that we’re both on nearly every page. We know the answers because we were there, and so curiosity becomes hard to maintain; replaced, I suppose, by nostalgia.
This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.
Dear lover, pull my ears and not my legs for it is better to be cautioned than to be lied to.