#ria

It is a bitter-sweet thing, knowing two cultures. Once you leave your birthplace nothing is ever the same. ↗

— Sarah Turnbull

#travel #life

I want to be your wife, your lover, your mate for life. I want to feel you inside me, to be one with you, to bear your children, to possess you as you possess me, to touch you as often as I wish, and to feel you quicken in my grasp. I need you... most desperately. ↗

— Kathleen E. Woodiwiss

#life

This was the cream of marriage, this nightly turning out of the day's pocketful of memories, this deft habitual sharing of two pairs of eyes, two pairs of ears. It gave you, in a sense, almost a double life: though never, on the other hand, quite a single one. ↗

— Jan Struther

#life

Because the night you asked me, the small scar of the quarter moon had healed - the moon was whole again; because life seemed so short; because life stretched out before me like the halls of a nightmare; because I knew exactly what I wanted; because I knew exactly nothing; because I shed my childhood with my clothes - they both had years of wear in them; because your eyes were darker than my father's; because my father said I could do better; because I wanted badly to say no; because Stanly Kowalski shouted "Stella...;" because you were a door I could slam shut; because endings are written before beginnings; because I knew that after twenty years you'd bring the plants inside for winter and make a jungle we'd sleep in naked; because I had free will; because everything is ordained; I said yes. ↗

— Linda Pastan

#future #love #marriage #life

It may be considered folly by common opinion but this refusal to destroy life unnecessarily, this reverence for it, must become a deeply implanted part of his ethical standard. ↗

— Paul Brunton

#nonviolence #vegetarianism #life

Ah, God, Lys" he breathed, and she opened her eyes to look up at him. She was the love of his heart, his true partner in both work and life, and the idea of losing her to the violence of the world they lived in scared the living shit out of him. But her smile lit her eyes, her face, and he pushed the darkness away and let himself grin back at her like the damn fool that he was. This moment-now-was perfect, and he wasn't going to let his fears interfere. ↗

— Suzanne Brockmann

#happy-ever-after #love #marriage #romance #sam

farewell best beloved, here at last I shall rest with thee, with thee in Christ I shall rise again'.(written on Prince Albert's and Queen Victorias's mausoleum) ↗

— Victoria Magazine

#mausoleum #queen-victoria #victoria-and-albert #life

[The book, Anna Karenina, is] a mirror held up to the real, grimy, quotidian interactions of married life, of which romance is little more than a passing mood: marriage, that slippery social contract that, if it works at all, depends more on indulgent disconnection than on some kind of sacred accord. ↗

— Kate Moses

#life

You don't get married for yourself, you get married because you're better together than separate. ↗

— Dirk Hayhurst

#marriage #life

When that bastard calls back, you tell him he’s won this round. I’ll marry him. But I don’t take well to being blackmailed, and tell him I intend to spend the rest of my life making him miserable, got that? ↗

— Susan Elizabeth Phillips

#life #marriage #misery #life