Marriage is not a ritual or an end. It is a long, intricate, intimate dance together and nothing matters more than your own sense of balance and your choice of partner.
Intimacy is being seen and known as the person you truly are.
Be real and unashamed. Even of your faults.
The past is a candle at great distance: too close to let you quit, too far to comfort you.
A blind man can see how much I love you.
Aging is a chance to make what was good, great, and what was never so good, better…
The library is every child’s lighthouse. It is every person’s
sanctuary. It is every town and county’s fortress in the face of
ignorance, intrusion and bad behavior.
Boundaries are the lines we draw that mark off our autonomy and that of other people, that protect our privacy and that of others. Boundaries allow for intimate connection without dissolving or losing one’s sense of self.
Bad people doing bad things is not interesting. What I find interesting is good people doing bad things.
Be real and be unashamed, even of your faults. I do truly know what my husband is made of and vice versa.
Men do not know what they do not know, and women should not tell them.
You are imperfect, permanently and inevitably flawed. And you are beautiful.