Marriage is the tomb of love.
Art is a marriage of the conscious and the unconscious.
Woman, or more precisely put, perhaps, marriage, is the representative of life with which you are meant to come to terms.
One doesn't have to get anywhere in a marriage. It's not a public conveyance.
There were three of us in this marriage, so it was a bit crowded.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one's husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
Marriage must incessantly contend with a monster that devours everything: familiarity.
We all have a childhood dream that when there is love, everything goes like silk, but the reality is that marriage requires a lot of compromise.
Little children are still the symbol of the eternal marriage between love and duty.