A perfect marriage is one in which "I'm sorry" is said just often enough.
Naturally, the neurotic wants you to love him twice as much, for he's going to cut it in half anyway.
Love looks forward, hate looks back, anxiety has eyes all over its head.
With each passing year, one has less to say, and knows better how to say it.
Men prefer brief praise, pitched high; women are satisfied with praise in a lower key, just so it goes on and on.
Nobody ever loved anybody like everybody wants to be loved.