The problem, simply put, is that we cannot choose everything simultaneously. So we live in danger of becoming paralyzed by indecision, terrified that every choice might be the wrong choice.

You can measure the happiness of a marriage by the number of scars that each partner carries on their tongues, earned from years of biting back angry words.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Maybe the difference between first marriage and second marriage is that the second time at least you know you are gambling.

Sometimes life is too hard to be alone, and sometimes life is too good to be alone.

Marriage becomes hard work once you have poured the entirety of your life’s expectations for happiness into the hands of one mere person. Keeping that going is hard work.

Every intimacy carries secreted somewhere below its initial lovely surfaces, the ever-coiled makings of complete catastrophe.

I was a veritable Johnny Appleseed of grand expectations, and all I reaped for my trouble was a harvest of bitter fruit.

the great lack of parity between husbands and wives has always been spawned by the disproportionate degree of self-sacrifice that women are willing to make on behalf of those they love.

By unnerving definition, anything that the heart has chosen for its own mysterious reasons it can always unchoose later—again, for its own mysterious reasons.

For if there is one thing I have learned over the years about men, it is that feelings of powerlessness do not usually bring forth their finest qualities.

Preventing war is the work of politicians, establishing peace is the work of educationists.

I can say little more than I have studied, and that question's out of my part.

Successful minds work like a gimlet to a single point.

Most sane people think that no insane person can reason logically. But this is not so.

To define it rudely but not ineptly, engineering is the art of doing for 10 shillings what any fool can do for a pound

I don't know why this world keeps turning, round and round. But I wish it would stop and let me off right now!

Beware of sadness It can hit you It can hurt you Make you sore and what is more That is not what you are here for.

Be content to be what you are, and prefer nothing to it, and do not fear or wish for your last day.

Everyone has a little bit of Howard and Chad in them. I think there's Christine in all men as well.

Beauty’s all around me right here. It’s not in a textbook. It’s not in an equation. I mean, take the sunlight … The colors flow into your lungs, into your bloodstream. You are the colors.