The true measure of a man is how he behaves when death is close.

Sometimes only pain can obliterate pain.

I’d always secretly believed that a love as fierce and true as mine would be rewarded in the end, and now I was being forced to accept the bitter truth.

Men hid behind religion to keep others from seeing how frightened they were, how inept.

The true measure of a man is how he behaves when death is close.

And it´s so different for a lot of people I´ve known. One partner doesn´t love the other enough to stop drinking, or gambling, or running around with other women. One is the giver and one is the taker. The giver wishes the taker would stop.