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...sometimes I do actually forget that the person to whom I owe that love is a real person, complete in himself, not someone who should make do with some rather diffuse emotion which gradually resigns itself to its own fatal vagueness, as if that were a fate against which there were no possible appeal... ↗

— José Saramago

#marriage #love

Social conservatives seem to see a bigger threat to marriage from committed gay couples who want in on it than from straight ones who opt out of it. ↗

— Margaret Talbot

#homosexuality #marriage #same-sex-marriage #social-conservatism #marriage

He had the feeling that there was something physically behind his eyes, blocking the light. ↗

— Jeffrey Eugenides

#mental-health #mental-illness #marriage

Library books were, I suddenly realized, promiscuous, ready to lie down in the arms of anyone who asked. Not like bookstore books, which married their purchasers, or were brokered for marriages to others. ↗

— Elizabeth McCracken

#marriage

Rocky, if I’ve learned anything from my train wreck of a marriage, it’s that no one can take care of me better than I can. ↗

— Starr Ambrose

#self-sufficiency #marriage

How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I say. "It´s Normandy out there. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #grieving #infidelity

The way taxes are, you might as well marry for love. ↗

— Joe E. Lewis

#love #marry #might #taxes #way

A man and a woman cannot live together without having against each other a kind of everlasting joke. Each has discovered that the other is not only a fool, but a great fool. ↗

— Dean Koontz

#marriage #life

We are now parents. The love for our offspring has opened up fresh fountains of love for each other. Edwin Stanton to his wife. ↗

— Doris Kearns Goodwin

#parenthood #love

Maybe he was as mad as he said he was, but she could see only a species of miserable fright. Suddenly, like the thud of a boxing glove on her mouth, she saw how close to the edge of everything he was. The agency was tottering, that was bad enough, and now, on top of that, like a grisly dessert following a putrid main course, his marriage was tottering too. She felt a rush of warmth for him, for this man she had sometimes hated and had, for the last three hours at least, feared. A kind of epiphany filled her. Most of all, she hoped he would always think he had been as mad as hell, and not . . . not the way his face said he felt. ↗

— Stephen King

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