Quotes About Wife

The way I look at - speaking as a woman - I understand what it means to be a daughter, and to be a wife, and to be a mother, and also to be a career woman. The multiple roles that women can play in a society if given the opportunity is really a tremendous asset.

I said to my wife, 'Where do you want to go for our anniversary?' She said, 'I want to go somewhere I've never been before.' I said, 'Try the kitchen.'

There was a barber and his wife. And he was beautiful. A proper artist with a knife but they transported him for life. And he was beautiful

I'm pretty quiet. But I love to play sports. I like playing all sports. I'll act goofy at times around my wife and my son, around my own family. I like to have fun in general.

The courage of husbands is directly proportionate to the proximity of the wife.

I slept in the bedroom used by Sabine Baring-Gould's wife when I was researching 'The Moor,' and later the Jamaica Inn on Bodmin Moor.

I put a lot of pressure on myself. I tell my wife when she's listening to my songs that the slightest hint of whether she likes it or not puts the pressure on me.

I love to go to casinos with my wife. I play poker, and she's an old-fashioned slot queen. She even has a visor.

I've got an incredibly acute sense of smell, like a bloodhound. My wife borrows perfumes off me. I play the bass, too.

In death, Franz at last belonged to his wife. He belonged to her as he had never belonged to her before. Marie-Claude took care of everything: she saw to the funeral, sent out announcements, bought the wreaths, and had a black dress made - a wedding dress, in reality. Yes, a husband's funeral is a wife's true wedding! The climax of her life's work! The reward of her sufferings!

So writing about love or having it infuse the poems that I'm writing has never been something I've set myself to do, except when I write a poem for my wife, for an occasion, such as our anniversary.

The greatest source of inspiration for me has been my wife; she is the love of my life, my best friend, and my most ardent supporter.

The simple fact is that only if I love Jesus more than my wife will I be able to serve her needs ahead of my own.

Opening her eyes again, and seeing her husband's face across the table, she leaned forward to give it a pat on the cheek, and sat down to supper, declaring it to be the best face in the world.

Disaster's good for the oligarchy. Ha," Billy said to my goggle-eyes. "Fair's fair. You pull out 'exsanguinate,' I pull out 'oligarchy.'" "I'm in awe. There's nothing sexier than a guy with a big vocabulary. Don't tell your wife I said that.

Being a barrister was considered a respectable occupation for a gentleman. Because barristers could only be engaged by solicitors rather than directly by clients, barristers were not considered to be in trade, with all the vulgar associations that entailed. Thus, a barrister's wife could be presented in court, whereas the wife of a solicitor could not—

The detective had moved to Fort Lauderdale from St. Paul because his wife had inexplicably yearned to experience humidity.

It's hopeless, Honey told herself. The cocky telephone hustler would go home to Texas unchanged, as vapid and self-absorbed as ever. That a dolt so charmless could attract both a wife and a girlfriend was as dispiriting as it was inexplicable.

The R is the wrong way roond and you left the A and a Y out of Anybody,' said Jeannie, because it is a wife's job to stop her husband actually exploding with pride. 'Ach, wumman, I didna' ken which way the fat man wuz walkin',' said Rob, airly waving a hand. 'Ye canna trust the fat man. That's the kind of thing us nat'ral writin' folk knows about. One day he might walk this way, next day he might walk that way.

I grew up in Murray, Kentucky. My wife is from there, also.

My wife used to be an anchorwoman in Arizona, so she knew John McCain, and she liked him, and I kinda liked him.

I watch my wife knitting, and it's like watching close-up magic to me.

The cafe was called Tattoos. The fella who owned it didn't have any tattoos... but we never saw his wife.

Your breakfast is ready," Toby said to Call, leaning through the open office door. "I made waffles--your favorite. And I've got some of that Saskatoon syrup you like." "Someday, you'll make someone a great wife, Toby," Call grumbled, forcing himself to his feet though he wasn't really hungry. Toby just grinned.