Relationships and Family

Pretty much all the honest truth-telling there is in the world is done by children.

Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself...

All of us can think of a book... that we hope none of our children have taken off the shelf.

The treacherous are ever distrustful. J. R. R.

 

Their Oath shall drive them, and yet betray them, and ever snatch away the very treasures that they have sworn to pursue. J. R. R.

 

His honour rooted in dishonor stood, and faith unfaithful kept him falsely true.

Nearly all marriages, even happy ones, are mistakes: in the sense that almost certainly (in a more perfect world, or even with a little more care in this very imperfect one) both partners might be found more suitable mates. But the real soul-mate is the one you are actually married to. J. R. R.

 

The Hobbits are just rustic English people, made small in size because it reflects the generally small reach of their imagination. J. R. R.

It is well to write love letters. There are certain things for which it is not easy to ask your mistress face to face, like money for instance.

Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.

The trust of the innocent is the liar's most useful tool.

Women still remember the first kiss after men have forgotten the last.

He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Women wish to be loved without a why or a wherefore; not because they are pretty, or good, or well-bred, or graceful, or intelligent, but because they are themselves.

If women didn't exist, all the money in the world would have no meaning .

No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.

We laugh at honor and are shocked to find traitors in our midst.

 

To be misunderstood even by those whom one loves is the cross and bitterness of life.

One should stick by one’s own soul, and by nothing else. In one’s soul, one knows the truth from the untruth, and life from death. And if one betrays one’s own soul-knowledge, one is the worst of traitors.

And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time.

Anger is the fluid that love bleeds when you cut it.

The difference between outlaws and in-laws is that outlaws don't promise to pay it back.

Rose a nurse of ninety years,

 

She is coming, my dove, my dear;