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Words, Wisdom, etc.

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Love is a kind of faith. A blessing to everyone it touches. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

The measure of a man, of a life, of a union of man and wife or even country is not in the falling. It’s in the rising back up again to repair what’s broken, to put right what’s wrong. Your father and I did that. We always did that. He never stopped trying until the day he died. And neither will I. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

A marriage is like a union of states, requiring countless dinner table bargains to hold it together. There may be irreconcilable differences brewing below the surface that can come to open rupture. And there is, in a marriage, as in a nation, a certain amount of storytelling we do to make it understood. Even if those stories we tell to make our marriage, or country, work don’t paint the whole picture, they’re still true. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

The people we love are not entirely knowable. Even to themselves. But we love them anyway. The only other choice is to live without love, alone. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

One would never try anything extraordinary if one despaired of success. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

The measure of a country is, for me, not to be found in prosperity, but in a virtuous resistance to oppression. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

But any parent who has lost a child will tell you that grief is a monster less vanquished than held at bay. That, like love, survival is a choice to be made anew every morning, and sometimes one must pretend at being healed just to get through the day. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

Advancing age. It’s an appalling condition. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

No wonder marriage required a vow before God and witnesses. It was no easy thing. And yet, the struggles somehow made me cherish it more. Made me cherish him more. – My Dear Hamilton, Stephanie Dray

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