Relationships and Family

Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed.

There are two tragedies in life. One is not to get your heart's desire. The other is to get it.

The most beautiful words of love are told in silence for a look.

The man who thinks his wife, his baby, his house, his horse, his dog, and himself severally unequalled, is almost sure to he a good-humored person, though liable to be tedious at times.

The man who thinks his wife, his baby, his house, his horse, his dog, and himself severally unequalled, is almost sure to he a good-humored person, though liable to be tedious at times.

Though 1 know he loves me, / Tonight my heart is sad; / His kiss was not so wonderful / As all the dreams I had.

Though 1 know he loves me, / Tonight my heart is sad; / His kiss was not so wonderful / As all the dreams I had.

I love you. I used to pity your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, still i would love you. J. R. R.

 

I love you. I used to pity your sorrow. But now, were you sorrowless, without fear or any lack, still i would love you. J. R. R.

 

I hold it true, what’re befall feel it, when I sorrow most ‘is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

I hold it true, what’re befall feel it, when I sorrow most ‘is better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

Before the Flowers of Friendship Faded Friendship Faded.

Da mi basia mille.

 

Love’s pleasure lasts but a moment;

 

In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Nota nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down onor to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.

 

Every child is affected thus the first time he is treated unfairly. All he thinks he has a right to when he comes to you to be yours is fairness. After you have been unfair to him he will love you again, but he will never afterwards be quite the same boy.

 

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

What a woman says to an eager lover, / write it on running water, write it on air.

The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic of love.

There is nothing like the dead cold hand of the Past to take down our tumid egotism and lead us into the solemn flow of the life of our race.

It is mere childishness to expect men to believe as their fathers did; that is, if they have any minds of their own. The world is a whole generation older and wiser than when the father was of his son’s age.

I hate and I love. Perhaps you ask why I do so. I do not know, but I feel it, and am in agony.

My grandkids say, 'Reality Bites.' O.K., but it also challenges and rewards...I believe our best days are yet to come.