I think even in a good marriage especially if you stay together long enough there are going to be events that happen.
Never again! I can see no reason for marriage - ever at all. I've had it. Three times is enough.
Marriage is a financial contract I have enough contracts already.
Where love is concerned too much is not even enough.
The only thing we never get enough of is love and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
In our minds love and lust are really separated. It's hard to find someone that can be kind and you can trust enough to leave your kids with and isn't afraid to throw her man up against the wall and lick him from head to toe.
The highest patriotism is not a blind acceptance of official policy but a love of one's country deep enough to call her to a higher plain.
To fall in love is easy even to remain in it is not difficult our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
The only creatures that are evolved enough to convey pure love are dogs and infants.
There is not enough love and goodness in the world to permit giving any of it away to imaginary beings.
Guilt for being rich and guilt thinking that perhaps love and peace isn't enough and you have to go and get shot or something.
Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.
Women love us for our defects. If we have enough of them they will forgive us everything even our gigantic intellects.
I do all the evil I can before I learn to shun it? Is it not enough to know the evil to shun it? If not we should be sincere enough to admit that we love evil too well to give it up.
It is not enough to say we must not wage war. It is necessary to love peace and sacrifice for it.
Let us not be satisfied with just giving money. Money is not enough money can be got but they need your hearts to love them. So spread your love everywhere you go.
When we lose one we love our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.