#ria

And too soon Marred are those so early Made. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#made #marred #marriage #marriage

The apple tree never asks the beech how he shall grow, nor the lion, the horse, how he shall take his prey. ↗

— William Blake

#pluralism #marriage

Did you ever see so many pee-wee hats, Carl?" "They're beanies." "They call them pee-wees in Brooklyn." "But I'm not in Brooklyn." "But you're still a Brooklynite." "I wouldn't want that to get around, Annie." "You don't mean that, Carl." "Ah, we might as well call them beanies, Annie." "Why?" "When in Rome do as the Romans do." "Do they call them beanies in Rome?" she asked artlessly. "This is the silliest conversation... ↗

— Betty Smith

#betty-smith #humor #joy-in-the-morning #marriage #humor

Love is more about being the right person than finding the right person. ↗

— Barbara Bartlein

#marriage #relationships #love

Too many believe that love is a condition, a feeling that involves 100 percent of the heart, something that happens to you. They disassociate love from the mind and, therefore, from agency. In commanding us to love, the Lord refers to something much deeper than romance — a love that is the most profound form of loyalty. He is teaching us that love is something more than feelings of the heart; it is also a covenant we keep with soul and mind. ↗

— Lynn G. Robbins

#love #marriage #love

Will you marry me, my darling ? Do I have options, you bastard ? ↗

— Toba Beta

#marriage #marriage

You can never be happily married to the one you are not happily in-a-relationship with. ↗

— Olaotan Fawehinmi

#love #marriage #relationship #love

Things can get good again. Even things like a marriage. ↗

— Suzanne Woods Fisher

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I think women sign on for some ideal when they get married, and when they realise they haven't got anything close to what they want, they bury their disappointment. ↗

— Bella Pollen

#women #marriage

I liked, as I like still, to make words look self-conscious and foolish, to bind them by mock marriage of a pun, to turn them inside out, to come upon them unawares. What is this jest in majesty? This ass in passion? How do god and devil combine to form a live dog? ↗

— Vladimir Nabokov

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