(Hirsch) probably should have gotten some kind of an award for match-making. My dad always said marrying my mother was the best decision he ever made.

Although my mother was her own person during their marriage, she loved and respected our father. They understood what had to be done and had a wonderful and fulfilling life together.

I kept calling to try and go out with her. Her mother kept screening the calls.

I think that's where (Smith) was going to put Mother, under that headstone. Who's going to think twice about an old body under an old tombstone?

We women, me and you. Tell me something real. Don’t just say I’m grown and ought to know. I don’t. I’m fifty and I don’t know nothing. What about it? Do I stay with him? I want to, I think. I want… well, I didn’t always… now I want. I want some fat in this life.”
“Wake up. Fat or lean, you got just one. This is it.”
“You don’t know either, do you?”
“I know enough to know how to behave.”
“Is that it? Is that all it is?”
“Is that all what is?”
“Oh shoot! Where the grown people? Is it us?”
“Oh, Mama.” Alice Manfred blurted it out and then covered her mouth.
Violet had the same thought: Mama. Mama? Is this where you got to and couldn’t do it no more? The place of shade without trees where you know you are not and never again will be loved by anybody who can choose to do it? Where everything is over but the talking?

- Violet Trace and Alice Manfred

Seems you can't outsmart Mother Nature.