I Held My Heart Back From Positively

We Were Ensnared By The Wisdom Of The Serpent; We Are Set Free By The Foolishness Of God .

A Marriage Without Children Is The World Without The Sun.

Custom Is Second Nature.

Love Is A Temporary Madness. It Erupts Like An Earthquake And Then Subsides. And When It Subsides You Have To Make A Decision. You Have To Work Out Whether Your Roots Have Become So Entwined Together That It Is Inconceivable That You Should Ever Part. Because This Is What Love Is. Love Is Not Breathlessness, It Is Not Excitement, It Is Not The Promulgation Of Promises Of Eternal Passion. That Is Just Being In Love Which Any Of Us Can Convince Ourselves We Are. Love Itself Is What Is Left Over When Being In Love Has Burned Away, And This Is Both An Art And A Fortunate Accident.

The Words Printed Here Are Concepts. You Must Go Through The Experiences.