Real love was not easy. It was not floating on a cloud of happiness. Life and death, survival and failure, happiness and grief were woven together with the unbreakable cords of marriage.

I am happy to be alone. Perhaps this is true. Or perhaps I am the biggest coward of all.

Torture is being married to a proud, insensitive man, while an attentive, supportive man lives under the same roof.

A married man is a preoccupied man.

Freydis and Ref are in a world of their own, a world of love and pain, wrapped in marriage vows.