How can a woman be expected to be happy with a man who insists on treating her as if she were a perfectly normal human being.
Marriage is not a ritual or an end. It is a long, intricate, intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner.
The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a deaf husband.
We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.
Marriage is an alliance entered into by a man who can’t sleep with the window shut, and a woman who can’t sleep with the window open.
A man in love is incomplete until he has married. Then he’s finished.
An archaeologist is the best husband a woman can have. The older she gets the more interested he is in her.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
Christmas, my child, is love in action. Every time we love, every time we give, it’s Christmas.
In my house I’m the boss, my wife is just the decision maker.
No matter how happily a woman may be married, it always pleases her to discover that there is a nice man who wishes that she were not.
Years of love have been forgot, In the hatred of a minute.
In solitude, where we are least alone.
Love without truth is sentimentality; it supports and affirms us but keeps us in denial about our flaws. Truth without love is harshness; it gives us information but in such a way that we cannot really hear it.
Happiness equals reality minus expectations.