marriage

Book sense makes sense because someone has gone through it before and able to share it with you. Your job is to listen and discern.

He__ passed the longest night of his life locked in mortal combat with his ghosts, calling up and then disavowing twenty years of memories. He would banish that bitch from his heart if it meant cutting her out with his own dagger. And when at last he allowed himself to grieve, he did so silently and unwillingly, his tears hidden by the darkness, his rage congealing into a core of ice.

Dear Eloisa (said I) there__ no occasion for your crying so much about such a trifle. (for I was willing to make light of it in order to comfort her) I beg you would not mind it _ You see it does not vex me in the least; though perhaps I may suffer most from it after all; for I shall not only be obliged to eat up all the Victuals I have dressed already, but must if Henry should recover (which however is not very likely) dress as much for you again; or should he die (as I suppose he will) I shall still have to prepare a Dinner for you whenever you marry any one else. So you see that tho perhaps for the present it may afflict you to think of Henry__ sufferings, yet I dare say he__l die soon and then his pain will be over and you will be easy, whereas my Trouble will last much longer for work as hard as I may, I am certain that the pantry cannot be cleared in less than a fortnight

Bravery is listening even when you don't want to hear it.

If she lives, she shall be my wedded wife. If she dies--mother, I can't speak of what I shall feel if she dies." His voice was choked in his throat.

I did not think you would be angry, Jem burst out, and it was like ice cracking across a frozen waterfall, freeing a torrent. We were engaged, Tessa. A proposal-an offer of marriage-is a promise. A promise to love and care for someone always. I did not mean to break mine to you. But it was that or die. I wanted to wait, to be married to you and live wit you for years, but that wasn't possible. I was dying too fast. I would have given it up-all of it up-to be married to you for a day. A day that would never have come. You are a reminder-a reminder of everything I am losing. The life I will not have.

When you lose a friend or a lover, those who remain in your life gain (more of your attention).

Compromise, communicate, and never go to bed angry - the three pieces of advice gifted and regifted to all newlyweds.

At the edge you will always remember me, at the edge you will last be remembered, where sanity and insanity come together, for the time, then separates. Like leaves on October trees, that color the world, but for a moment, then leave. At the edge, where life losses its edginess, and thoughts we will become one, someday. At the edge the sun drops, the ring falls, and senses of raindrops climb upwards to the gray sky.

They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.

You lose a child and you do understand each other's grief at first, but if you get out of step with each other, it's all over. Suddenly each of you is alone.

I had just turned thirty. That was enough in itself to be depressed about. I never thought I would be this age and feel this worthless. I was supposed to be __omebody._ I guess you could say I was slightly disappointed at the outcome.

I could only defend myself so much. It was my word against his. There was no evidence, nor was there any proof. My word meant very little.

Living with myself wasn__ all that easy. I was not the young girl I once was. Once upon a time when I looked in the mirror, I saw this happy glow. Now nothing glowed except the leftover face cream from the night before.

This very easy divorce had become very difficult. I thought I was in the express lane and it was all fast tracks from there. Think again.

At times, it felt so odd being with a man in such an intimate way who was not my husband.

I had to get used to it because my life was no longer safe and I was no longer protected like I once was.

He would say things like, __ut you are my wife!_ when I didn__ do something that he wanted me to do. His expectations were not realistic.