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I harbor ill feelings toward a society, and a clergy, that allows marriage partners to split over the smallest incompatibility, where divorce comes in a multitude of flavors, like Baskin Robbins ice cream, where men and women can blame one another and everything except themselves for matrimony's mess. They look for externals over which they have no control and, fingering them, take no responsibility. ↗

— Robert Dykstra

#marriage #men #men-and-women #psychology #women

The next thing I want to say is that God's way is always the best way. It's the only way, really. And God's word clearly says he created sex for one man and one woman to share only inside the commitment of marriage ↗

— Robin Jones Gunn

#marriage

I tried, I really tried, to stick with it. I planned to grow old with this man and possibly die in his arms. ↗

— Brenda Perlin

#home-wrecker #marriage #marriage

Even the jerks earn some of our affection. We can be glad they're gone and yet still mourn the good parts. ↗

— Shannon Hale

#marriage #pain #marriage

I generally read every night befi=ore I fall asleep: Brad does too. I find it comforting to lie beside my husband, each of us with a book in our hands. I see it as a period of calm and intimacy, and as the perfect metaphor-together, yet individual-for our marriage. ↗

— Debbie Macomber

#marriage-husbands #reading #marriage

It’s bad enough to love someone who don’t love you, but to have them told of it is perfectly awful. It makes me wild just to think of it. Ah, Fan, I’m getting so ill tempered and envious and wicked, I don’t know what will happen to me. - Polly ↗

— Louisa May Alcott

#love

People where you live grow five thousand roses in one garden...yet they don't find what they are looking for. ↗

— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

#love #rose-garden #love

How you’ve always felt?” “I’ve loved you my entire life,” he said, eyes locked on mine. “And I would love you for the rest of my life if you’d let me, Syd. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #love

You’re weird.” “I know.” I lifted my head so my chin rested on his chest. “But you love me?” His lips tipped up at the corners. “I love you as much as a kid loves Santa.” I laughed. “That’s serious.” “Hardcore,” he murmured. ↗

— Jennifer L. Armentrout

#j-lynn #jennifer-l-armentrout #love

But the years came and went without bringing the careless boy; and when they met again Wendy was a married woman, and Peter was no more to her than a little dust in the box in which she had kept her toys. ↗

— J.M. Barrie

#love #unrequited-love #love