Time is like a barber, it shears you first and then shows you your own face in the mirror. (Marrying Nusrat)
Time
History remembers only the names of the conquerors. There are no pages devoted to the scruples of the losers.
History
A well-worn marriage was like a shop-soiled currency note. Its only fault was that it had been in circulation for too long – it didn’t smell fresh, feel crisp to your fingers and fill you with a sense of possibilities as you held it in your hand, like a newly minted, fresh-from-the-press one did. (Lottery Ticket)
Marriage