However, there is a third and better alternative: We can recognize the in-love experience for what it was—a temporary emotional high—and now pursue “real love” with our spouse.

There are five emotional love languages—five ways that people speak and understand emotional love.

If I identify and learn to speak my spouse’s primary love language, I will have discovered the key to a long-lasting, loving marriage.

We have been led to believe that if we are really in love, it will last forever. However, once the experience of falling in love has run it’s course, we return to the world of reality and begin to assert ourselves.

Some couples believe that the end of the “in-love” experience means they have only two options: a life of misery with their spouse or jump ship and try again.

Your wife’s complaints are the most powerful indicators of her primary love language.

There is nothing more powerful that you can do than to love your wife even when she’s not responding positively.

The government, in my judgment, cannot create money; the government can give its note, like an individual, and the prospect of its being paid determines its value.

Its hard to communicate anything exactly and thats why perfect relationships between people are difficult to find.

Bob Dylan is out of the mentorship of Allen Ginsberg.

Male privilege and entitlement are dying a very painful death; no one gives up power without a struggle.

P. Diddy gave me his valet ticket once... because he thought I was the valet lady.

To arrive at a place called Mastery, you must commit to daily and rigorous practice. Enjoy practising your craft for its own sake without turning your attention to your ultimate destination. Understand, once and for all, that the journey is as important as the destination.

To know ourselves, is agreed by all to be the most useful Learning; the first Lessons, therefore, given us ought to be on that Subject.

Treat everyone the way you would want to be treated... this can be applied to any situation.

I don't say 'Tis impossible for an impudent man not to rise in the world, but a moderate merit with a large share of impudence is more probable to be advanced than the greatest qualifications without it.

I think good teachers are underpaid.

I've dominated past competitions, but I've sweated blood and tears for every medal. I take nothing for granted, and I'm fully focused on doing my best.

I was working at the store on the Sony studios in Culver City. And I was literally holding a shirt when they came in and told me I'd got the part! It just shows dreams do come true.

If you do not have control over your mouth, you will not have control over your future.

Personally I have no bone to pick with graveyards.

I didn't go looking to marry an American, it just kinda happened like that.

I did all the work at the beginning up until the point where I couldn't handle the increasingly heavy art production burden alone. I needed, and got, assistance.

I love trying out different cuisines. In Delhi, I love Megu at the Leela, and TK's at the Hyatt. I also enjoy Khan Chacha's rolls. In Mumbai, it's Royal China and Shiro. And in Bangalore, I like the food at Bricklane.

If we are going to realise our ambition of ending the harmful practices of FGM and forced marriage, the role of young people in pushing for change is crucial. We also need to ensure that everyone, from government to civil society, is playing their part.

I love songs that tell stories. They make you feel something, something real.

I'm a ballplayer. I know how hard the game is... and anybody that makes it in the Hall of Fame, I support. They become a member of our special fraternity.

Both parents were very encouraging - especially my father. My father thought the sun rose and set with me. Neither one had a musical background or any musical talent. They liked classical music, but neither could carry a tune.

Sweet mercy is nobility's true badge.

What would we do without plaques to tell us who lived where and when? They introduce the past into the present, and are the quickest and most interesting way of reminding us that our streets exist above and beyond the here-and-now.

I really hate those books where the murderer turns out to be somebody you never heard of who pops up in the last chapter.