A Quote by Felix Unger

Marriages may come and go, but the game must go on. — © Felix Unger
Marriages may come and go, but the game must go on.

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Felix Unger
Born: March 2, 1946
The best marriages are the ones where we can go out in the world and really put ourselves out there. A lot of times we'll fail, and sometimes we'll pull it off. But good marriages are when you can go home and know that your vulnerability will be honored as courage, and that you'll find support.
Marriages come and go, but divorce is forever.
Politics is not a game for naive thinkers. You may go in as an idealist, but you certainly won't come out as one.
Go forth today, by the help of God's Spirit, vowing and declaring that in life - come poverty, come wealth, in death - come pain or come what may, you are and ever must be the Lord's. For this is written on your heart, 'We love Him because He first loved us.'
You may come and go, but the real test is to see how long one can manage to stay in the game.
Bodies come and go, ages come and go, yugas come and go, eternities come and go. Selves come and go.
In nonviolence you must go full steam ahead, if you want the good to come speedily you must go about it with vigor.
More than anything, it's a game of innocence. Politicians may come and go, but they always get booed at the ballpark.
Everything which has name and form must die. If there are heavens with forms, these heavens must vanish in course of time; they may last millions of years, but there must come a time when they will have to go.
For splendor, there must somewhere be rigid economy. That the head of the house may go brave, the members must be plainly clad, and the town must save that the State may spend.
Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever.
I must go on living. And, though it may be childish of me, I can't go on in simple compliance. From now on I must struggle with the world. I thought that Mother might well be the last of those who can end their lives beautifully and sadly, struggling with no one, neither hating nor betraying anyone. In the world to come there will be no room for such people. The dying are beautiful, but to live, to survive – those things somehow seem hideous and contaminated with blood.
let it go -- the smashed word broken open vow or the oath cracked length wise -- let it go it was sworn to go let them go -- the truthful liars and the false fair friends and the boths and neithers -- you must let them go they were born to go let all go -- the big small middling tall bigger really the biggest and all things -- let all go dear so comes love
We cannot let our angels go; we do not see that they only go out that archangels may come in.
When I was a kid, I used to cry every time I lost a game, up until, like, the 8th grade. I used to go ballistic. I used to go crazy. If I cried, it'd be like, 'Ah, Chris is crying again... damn it... come on, get in the car.' All that over one game. I hated to lose.
You may not win the Super Bowl. Your kids may not go on to be doctors and lawyers and everything may not go perfectly. That doesn't mean it was a bad plan or the wrong thing. It's just like a football season. Everything's not going to go perfect.
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