I labor, I spend, I strive, I design, I love, I cling, I uphold, I give way, I envy, I long, I scorn, I die, I hide, I want. Faster, much faster than any man could make the tally.
The battle between two men over a girl is the same as the fight for two men over a piece of land. It is all about desire. There is no difference between a love triangle and the conflict between Israel and Palestine.
Love is blind, as they say, and because love is blind, it often leads to tragedy: to conflicts in which one love is pitted against another love, and something has to give, with suffering guaranteed in any resolution.
Here's a big risk: Staying with my husband during the blackest time in our marriage. Several years into our marriage, I wanted to walk away, and I didn't.
Mud, raised by hurricanes, wells up in the noblest and purest of hearts.
When each expects the other to live in his or her world, to always be there to join in his or her chosen activities, an ego battle inevitably develops.
Women - always in trouble with them, but can't live without them.
It's so interesting that humanity has to be defined by emotional strife or something. I don't buy into that.
In every relationship you go through really tough times.
