#marriage

Romance From The Heart! ↗

— Helen Lacey

#marriage

ومن اجل هذه الأحدى عشرة دقيقة المقطعة من يوم كامل ( هذا اذ افترضنا أن جميع الرجال يمارسون الجنس مع زوجاتهم يوميا . وهذا امر غير معقول لا بل مخالف للحقيقة ) . يتزوج الرجال ويلتزمون أنفسهم بتحمل أعباء عيالهم ويتحملون بكاء أطفالهم ويرتبكون فى تقديم الذرائع لدى رجوعهم الى المنزل فى وقت متأخر ↗

— Paulo Coelho

#sex #marriage

They are prepared for a God who strikes hard bargains but not for a God who gives as much for an hour's work as for a day's. They are prepared for a mustard-seed kingdom of God no bigger than the eye of a newt but not for the great banyan it becomes with birds in its branches singing Mozart. They are prepared for the potluck supper at First Presbyterian but not for the marriage supper of the lamb... ↗

— Frederick Buechner

#god #kingdom #marriage-supper #mozart #mustard-seed

The biggest cause of divorse in my opinion is marriage ↗

— Paul V. Walters

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The bride will keep her name and, after considerable negotiation, the groom will, too. ↗

— Meg Waite Clayton

#marriage #marriage

Dor felt a warm, calming feeling when he said those words- she is my wife - because ever since they were children she was like the sky to him , forever around. ↗

— Mitch Albom

#marriage #love

Were kisses all the joys in bed,/One woman would another wed. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#marriage #sonnets #women #marriage

It wasn't what you said", he told her."It was how I felt when you said it". ↗

— Anne Tyler

#marriage

Wisdom is nothing more than the marriage of intelligence and compassion. And, as with all good unions, it takes much experience and time to reach its widest potential. Have you introduced your intellect to your compassion yet? Be careful; lately, intellect has taken to eating in front of the TV and compassion has taken in too many cats. ↗

— Vera Nazarian

#blending #compassion #compassionate #intelligence #intelligent

Of course he knew what kinds of thoughts these were: the not-always-true ones, conveniently forgetting the other times, when he and Christine had bickered at the smallest thing, aggravated by the other's mere constant presence, and sometimes even said awful things--irreversible and stinging-- that lingered like a foul odor for a long time afterward. Then there were long stretches of calm. And yet the bickering, the irritation, that too was part of the delicate glue that kept them together, still feeling something, even when they grew, sometimes for long periods, bored with each other, tired of each other, before settling back into their more usual, tamed and tamped down but still real and extant love. ↗

— Daphne Kalotay

#life