Before, you think of it as a permanent bond of happiness; later, you see that it is a yoke, borne unequally. You marry to keep love, but sometimes that is the surest way to lose it.
Gossip is the social mosquito.
As if by magic, the love of the many comes with the love of the one.
The appointed thing comes at the appointed time in the appointed way.
A book, unlike any other friend, will wait, not only upon the hour but upon the mood.
Love is an orchid which thrives principally on hot air.