No jealousy their dawn of love overcast, nor blasted were their wedded days with strife; each season looked delightful as it past, to the fond husband and the faithful wife.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Jealousy is love bed of burning snarl.
Pilot season after pilot season, I read the same part: the wife who rolls her eyes at her somewhat immature husband that she still loves. Literally.
It was a labor of love and they did really well.
'Mistresses' is about the lives of four women, each going through different versions of infidelity. Their longtime friendship is what gets them through extremely challenging times.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
When we won the league championship, all the married guys on the club had to thank their wives for putting up with all the stress and strain all season. I had to thank all the single broads in New York.
The anger of lovers renews their love.
Husbands are chiefly good as lovers when they are betraying their wives.
Lovers quarrels are the renewal of love.
If ever a man and his wife, or a man and his mistress, who pass nights as well as days together, absolutely lay aside all good breeding, their intimacy will soon degenerate into a coarse familiarity, infallibly productive of contempt or disgust.