"There seems to be a
superstition among many thousands of our young...that marriage is a cottage surrounded by perpetual hollyhocks, to
which a perpetually young and handsome husband comes home to a perpetually
young and ravishing wife. When the hollyhocks wither and boredom and bills
appear, the divorce courts are jammed. Anyone who imagines that bliss is
normal is going to waste a lot of time running around shouting that he’s been
robbed. The fact is that most putts don’t drop, most beef is tough, most
children grow up to just be people, most successful marriages require a high
degree of mutual toleration, most jobs are more often dull than otherwise. Life
is like an old time rail journey – delays – sidetracks, smoke, dust, cinders and
jolts, interspersed only occasionally by beautiful vistas and thrilling bursts
of speed. The trick is to thank the Lord for letting you have the ride." –
Jenkin Lloyd Jones
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