People who don't marry miss both the pelting hardships of marriage and its warm rewards.

All the couples therapy and communication seminars in the world won't save you if you aren't prepared to close your eyes and hug the mainmast through a storm.

So what's the secret to staying together?" I asked her. "Be nice?" she offered. I laughed, but that may be it, the way a secret to losing weight is to eat less. Be nice. Don't leave. That's all.

I want to say that at various points in your marriage, may it last forever, you will look at this person and feel only rage.

...there is so much beauty in the trying, and in the failing, and in the trying again.

The romantic fairy tales we grew up with -- where marriage is the happy ending rather than the opening scene -- are not useful for grown-ups.

(Personally, I have avoided many fights by going to bed angry and waking up to realize that I'd just been tired.)

...even good marriages sometimes involve flinging a remote control at the wall.

As married people, we dwell on a spectrum between happy and unhappy, in love and out of love, and we move back and forth on that line decade by decade, year by year, week by week, even hour by hour.

Failure is part of being human, and it is definitely part of being married.

...that's part of what marriage means: sometimes hating this other person but staying together because you promised you would.

It is not how long the music last but how much we enjoy.

Trust me, ’ he says with a touch of impatience.‘Stop asking me to do that, ’ I say, equally as impatiently.

People with Books. What, in 2007, could be more incongruous than that? It makes me want to l

Fulfilling your divine passion brings gladness.

Paul said I am a man which am a Jew of Tarsus a city in Cilicia a citizen of no mean city.

Then they set out along the blacktop in the gunmetal light, shuffling through the ash, each the other's world entire.

I really want to fall in love.

Pursue success, long after any sane person would have given up.

People received, affirmed and experienced grace in many different forms.

I asked the Zebra, are you black with white stripes? Or white with black stripes? And the zebra asked me, Are you good with bad habits? Or are you bad with good habits?