Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as secrets to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.
Never frown...even when you're sad you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.
Sometimes it is a great joy just to listen to someone we love talking.
Anger and jealousy can no more bear to lose sight of their objects than love.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love. I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone; And all I loved, I loved alone.
Yet how much less it were to gain, Though thou hast left me free, The loveliest things that still remain, Than thus remember thee.
Though sands be black and bitter black the sea, Night lie before me and behind me night, And God within far Heaven refuse to light The consolation of the dawn for me,-- Between the shadowy burns of Heaven and Hell, It is enough love leaves my soul to dwell With memory.
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
By jove, no wonder women don't love war nor understand it, nor can operate in it as a rule; it takes a man to suffer what other men have invented . . .
If it's true that men are such beasts, this must account for the fact that most women are animal lovers.
Love is lost in men's capricious minds, but in women s, it fills all the room it finds.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
Where there is marriage without love, there will be love without marriage.
Love is blind and marriage is the institution for the blind.
To keep your marriage brimming, with love in the wedding cup, whenever you're wrong, admit it; whenever you're right, shut up.
Be kind to thy father, for when thou were young, who loved thee so fondly as he? He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue, and joined in thy innocent glee.
I recently read that love is entirely a matter of chemistry. That must be why my wife treats me like toxic waste.
What Women Want: To be loved, to be listened to, to be desired, to be respected, to be needed, to be trusted, and sometimes, just to be held. What Men Want: Tickets for the world series.
The distinction between children and adults, while probably useful for some purposes, is at bottom a specious one, I feel. There are only individual egos, crazy for love.
Man loves little and often. Woman much and rarely.
Every theory of love, from Plato down teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in himself.
Whatever else is unsure in this stinking dunghill of a world a mother's love is not.
Never tell. Not if you love your wife... In fact, if your old lady walks in on you, deny it. Yeah. Just flat out and she'll believe it: "I'm tellin' ya. This chick came downstairs with a sign around her neck 'Lay on Top of Me Or I'll Die.' I didn't know what I was gonna do....".
Is it better for a woman to marry a man who loves her than a man she loves.