At The Age Of Fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard

She Put Her Hand In His, And He Clasped It Firmly, Knowing He Had Been Waiting For Her All His Life.

Love Is A Handful Of Seeds, Marriage The Garden, And Like Your Gardens, Paula, Marriage Requires Total Commitment, Hard Work, And A Great Deal Of Love And Care. Be Ruthless With The Weeds. Pull Them Out Before They Take Hold. Bring The Same Dedication To Your Marriage That You Do To Your Gardens And Everything Will Be All Right. Remember That A Marriage Has To Be Constantly Replenished Too, If You Want It To Flourish.

At The Age Of Fifty-six Eleanor Stoddard Was Still A Beautiful Woman. She Owned Three Hotels In France And Another Two In England. From Nothing At All, She Had Built An Empire. Eleanor Had It All. Her One Weakness Was The Young Man Sleeping Beside Her.

He Who Ascends To Mountaintops, Shall Find The Loftiest Peaks Most Wrapt In Clouds And Snow; He Who Surpasses Or Subdues Mankind Must Look Down On The Hate Of Those Below

It's Different When The Person You Love Dies. There's An Awful Finality To Death. But It Is Final. The End. And There's The Funeral, Family Gatherings, Grieving, All Of Those Necessary Rituals. And They Help, Believe Me. When The Object Of Your Love Just Disappears, There's No Way To Deal With The Grief And Pain.