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Sometimes, Soraya Sleeping next to me, I lay in bed and listened to the screen door swinging open and shut with the breeze, to the crickets chirping in the yard. And I could almost feel the emptiness in Soraya's womb, like it was a living, breathing thing. It had seeped into our marriage, that emptiness, into our laughs, and our love-making. And late at night, in the darkness of our room, I'd feel it rising from Soraya and setting between us. Sleeping between us. Like a newborn child. ↗

— Khaled Hosseini

#love

You told me you believed marriage was for other people." "You're the only man who could make me believe that it's for me, too. Although when you get down to it, love is what's real. I still say marriage is just a piece of paper." Jack smiled. "Let's find out," he said, and he pulled me down to the bed with him. Jack & Ella ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#jack #travis #love

Real love, the Bible says, instinctively desires permanence. ↗

— Timothy Keller

#marriage #permanence #timothy-keller #love

Should I tell her of the moments of joy, the intense pleasure of holding the hand of the one you love and wishing that time would stand still? ↗

— Kelly Long

#love #marriage #love

I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress. ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#divorce #husband #infidelity #marriage #seperation

There is no point in getting rich if we lose our soul along the way. ↗

— Farahad Zama

#soul #marriage

Marriage without struggle is like an unfired clay pot. It is easily made, but it will not stand the test of time. ↗

— Allan Wolf

#struggle #wisdom #marriage

No one had told her this would happen, that her girlishness would give way to the solid force of wifehood, motherhood. The choices available were all imperfect. If you chose to be with someone, you often wanted to be alone. If you chose to be alone, you often felt the unbearable need for another body - not necessarily for sex, but just to rub your foot, to sit across the table, to drop his things around the room in a way that was maddening but still served as a reminder that he was there. ↗

— Meg Wolitzer

#relationships #women #marriage