God wants us to be in joy, God wants us to be happy.

My life's accomplishments? Sanity, and you.

Your emotions are the slaves to your thoughts, and you are the slave to your emotions.

I think sometimes we look at other people's marriages and we think they must always be so happy together. I don't know anybody who's married for a long time who hasn't somehow made room in their love story for the hate and resentment that they sometimes feel toward each other.

I felt like I was some kind of primitive spring-loaded machine, placed under far more tension than it had ever been built to sustain, about to blast apart at great danger to anyone standing nearby. I imagined my body parts flying off my torso in order to escape the volcanic core of unhappiness that had become: me.

The beauty and variety of the natural world are merely the visible legacies of endless war.

I equal parts loved him and could not stand him. I couldn't wake him to share in my distress.