I have a personal life and a professional life, and there's no way to separate them; for a while I tried, but no one could find me.
We've been together 32 years and married for 27.
Life is made of ever so many partings welded together.
Our instructors do not understand how it is. To be bound to someone in such a way. They are too old, too out of touch with their emotions. They no longer remember what it is to live and breathe within the world. They think it simple to pit any two people against each other. It is never simple. The other person becomes how you define your life, how you define yourself. They become as necessary as breathing. Then they expect the victor to continue on without that. It would be like pulling the Murray twins apart and expecting them to be the same. They would be whole but not complete.
In real life, if you really enjoy somebody's company, and you have a great time with them, and then you're supposed to - becoming two lovers who are having a great time in their own fictional world, I think it bleeds into reality and vice versa.
Chiru and I always knew we'd end up being with each other. Our families have known each other for a long time.
Couples are jigsaw puzzles that hang together by touching in just enough points. They're never total fits or misfits. In time, a pair invents its own commonwealth, complete with anthems, rituals, and lingos-a cult of two with fallible gods.
I've been married for 23 years to Jeff McDonald from Redd Kross.
Annabeth's voice caught on the word friend. Percy was a lot more than that. Even boyfriend really didn't cover it. They'd been through so much together, at this point Percy was part of her--a sometimes annoying part, sure, but definitely a part she could not live without.
In the early days, I was everything to David. I was his creative partner, his lover, his soul mate.
To really love a person completely is to come to a point where your stories are intertwined.
Marriage is the tomb of love.
Our lives are connected in ways we can't imagine. They're connected even before we know they're connected.
What is a family, after all, except memories? Haphazard and precious as the contents of a catch-all drawer in the kitchen.
There's a lot of Doyle in me. I don't know where I begin and Doyle ends or where Doyle begins and I end.
But I love to feel events overlapping each other, crawling over one another like wet crabs in a basket
Like stories, people have individual lives, and are all caught up in this murky thing. All of them have the best intentions. In that sense, you could just as easily tell the same story from another character's perspective. Maybe that's a good idea for a TV series.
I see only a little, lady, but I know that your fortune is as twined with his as the ivy to the oak.
It answers the question that was tormenting you: my love, you are not 'one thing in my life' - not even the most important - because my life no longer belongs to me because...you are always me.
My soul is now her day, my day her night, So I lie down, and so I rise.
