Quotes About Wife

Critics who attack my wife bug me. It makes me want to pay 'em a visit so I could give 'em a good punch in the nose.

I urge the husbands and fathers of this church to be the kind of a man your wife would not want to be without.

As an actor, I know that any feelings you're showing are manufactured. But I still don't want to fool my mind into thinking my wife's into another guy.

Willi and I might take turns reading aloud passages from some of our favorite books (David Kidd's Peking Story and John Blofeld's City of Lingering Splendour were always at hand), and at least once during each session Willi's wife would come down to the Chamber to say hello and recline for a pipe or two.

Do you want to be an artist and a writer, or a wife and a lover? With kids, your focus changes. I don't want to go to PTA meetings.

I'm a Palindrake," Varencienne said. "Your sea wife. I've earned that. Don't push me back into the enemy camp.

Ewan Famber had simply been a distant, glamorous icon to his daughter and very possibly, Ari reasoned, once she was old enough to consider it, to his wife as well.

The reason that I met my wife was because the lockout of '99. There were about six months where there was no film and no work and I had a social life.

I'd love to do more woodworking, and maybe will someday, but I wasn't brought up in that environment. My wife is better at woodworking, and most around-the-house skills, than I am.

Early in the morning, I fell in love with the girl that later on became my wife. At that time, we were so naive. I wanted to charm her, so I read her Capital by Marx. I thought somehow she would be convinced by the strength of his criticism about capital.

You can still go home a loyal wife." - Warren Brown

If a man found his dream wife, it was because he was wide awake.

Undeniable; Jennifer was one of those women whose meaning, if they have one, is only apparent to husband and children

Right then, in a nutshell: this one hasn't a single bone of obedient-little-wife material in her heavenly body.' 'Hasn't she? Then what kind of bone does your expertise detect?' Fermin came closer, adopting a confidential tone. 'The passionate kind,' he said, raising his eyebrows with an air of mystery. 'And you can be sure I mean that as a compliment.

But life, they said, means life. Dying inside. The Devil was evil, mad, but I was the Devil's wife which made me worse. I howled in my cell. If the Devil is gone then how could this be hell?

My wife is my first audience. She's a tough lady, so I can't say that I ever scare her. Except, of course, when she sees me the way I look before breakfast.

My wife is from Russia. I like the country, the mentality of the people.

But my wife doesn't often allow me to cook in our kitchen at home. She says that I'm messy and I don't clean up after myself!

Certainly, if it had been anything other than an HBO show I'd probably still be in Mexico now with a Mexican wife and kids.

When I looked around, with my wife, Sarasota seemed like the best place in Florida. We settled about one mile from Siesta Key.

My wife is one of the best wimin on this Continent, altho' she isn't always gentle as a lamb with mint sauce.

That the man and woman were husband and wife, and the parents of the girl in arms there could be little doubt. No other than such relationship would have accounted for the atmosphere of stale familiarity which the trio carried along with them like a nimbus as they moved down the

In the mind of a true snob there are certain limited criteria to denote the value of human existence. Jimmie's criteria were: home, hearth, wife, land. Those who possessed these had beatitude unchallengable. Other men had accidental, random life. Nothing better.

Cora informed him, wringing her hands fretfully. "Ah been a-knockin' an' a-knockin' on her door for hours now an' she still doan answer my pleas, Mistah Jeffrey. Dat ain't right, suh. Doan matter how upset she is, she gots ta eat fo' de baby." Jeff was thoroughly bemused. "What in the blazes does Nell's baby have to do with my wife eating?