We marry to grow up, to escape our parents and to inherit our share of the world, not knowing who we are and who we will become, so it is left to marriage to make it clear which ones of us are growing in the same directions and which are ships meant to have passed in the night.

Love is short, forgetting is long, and understanding longer still.

The romantic myth is so strong that it survives the wear and tear of marriage by simply detaching from it and floating up on ahead, and women who are rather fond of the men they married, as well as ones who are not, go through life with a bag packed for the day when the shining knight on a white charger arrives, just in case he does.

Men who take advantage of one woman take advantage of them all.

Most women would rather have someone whisper their name at optimum moments than rocket with contractions to the moon.

No marriage is one person's failure any more than it's one person's success, so it works best to see a marriage that has ended simply as something that didn't work out.

Our strength is in our dreams, and those who do not dare to dream damn themselves.