Relationships and Family

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.

When a nation goes down, or a society perishes, one condition may always be found; they forgot where they came from. They lost sight of what had brought them along.

Tradition is a guide and not a jailer. W.

The world is so empty if one thinks only of mountains, rivers and cities, but to know that there is someone who, though distant, thinks and feels with us -- this makes the earth for us an inhabited garden.

I thought about how mothers feed their babies with tiny little spoons and forks so I wondered, what do Chinese mothers use? Toothpicks?

What did my hands do before they held you?

I dote on his very absence.

It is a familiar beast to man, and signifies love.

I was in love with loving.

This poem will never reach its destination.

It is a mistake to speak of a bad choice in love, since as soon as a choice exists, it can only be bad.

It takes a woman twenty years to make a man of her son, and another woman twenty minutes to make a fool of him.

I pray you, do not fall in love with me, for I am falser than vows made in wine.

I'll follow thee and make a heaven of hell, To die upon the hand I love so well.

If music be the food of love, play on, Give me excess of it; that surfeiting, the appetite may sicken, and so die.” - William Shakespear e

I admit, I have a tremendous sex drive. My boyfriend lives 40 miles away.

I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was, “the man goes on top and the woman underneath.” For three years my husband and I slept on bunk beds.

A suburban mother’s role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.

My mother hated me. Once she took me to an orphanage and told me to mingle.

Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.

A man knows when he is growing old because he begins to look like his father.

Men are what their mothers made them.

There’s only one kind of love that lasts—unrequited love. It stays with you forever.

Rome reminds me of a man who lives by exhibiting to travelers his grandmother’s corpse.