When it’s your fourth marriage, you tend to lose faith in superstitions.
Love blurs your vision; but after it recedes, you can see more clearly than ever. It's like the tide going out, revealing whatever's been thrown away and sunk: broken bottles, old gloves, rusting pop cans, nibbled fish bodies, bones. This is the kind of thing you see if you sit in the darkness with open eyes, not knowing the future. The ruin you've made.
It ought to make us feel ashamed when we talk like we know what we're talking about when we talk about love.
I have found adventure in flying, in world travel, in business, and even close at hand… Adventure is a state of mind – and spirit.
Lust is two hearts with one thing in mind; love is two minds with each other's best interest at heart.