Quotes About Wife

Be a wife of whom he can make no complaint, Margaret. That is the best advice I can give to you. You will be his wife; that is to be his servant, his possession. He will be your master. You had better please him.

Ah, my dear, you are a good wife. You are my beauty. You are my only love.

When I was first at court and he was the young husband of a beautiful wife, he was a golden king. They called him the handsomest prince in Christendom, and that was not flattery. Mary Boleyn was in love with him, Anne was in love with him, I was in love with him. There was not one girl at court, nor one girl in the country, who could resist him. Then he turned against his wife, Queen Katherine, a good woman, and Anne taught him how to be cruel.

It might be that marriage was not the death of a woman and the end of her true self, but the unfolding of her. It might be that a woman could be a wife without having to cut the pride and the spirit out of herself. A woman might blossom into being a wife, not be trimmed down to fit.

A steady love, a faithful love, a wife's love is the best.

subjection of the wife to the husband's will." Her "therapy" consisted of imprisonment and domestic servitude

The interference of foreigners upon any pretense whatever, in the dissensions of fellow citizens, must be as inevitably fatal to the liberties of the state, as the admission of strangers to arbitrate upon the domestic differences of man and wife is destructive to the happiness of a private family. . . . 22

That first scream, my lord, was indeed your daughter, my wife, and if you kill me, your grandchild will be quite without a father. Won't you come in?

Jesus, Dolores, you've got to get yourself together. You've got responsibilities. Think about those sometimes - okay? - and get your fucking head right. Those were the last words his wife heard from him. He'd closed the door and walked down the stairs, paused on the last step. He thought of going back. He thought of going back up the stairs and into the apartment and somehow making it right. Or, if not right, at least softer. Softer. That would have been nice.

A husband's leadership in marriage is not based on superior abilities but on divine placement. Leadership means assuming responsibility for the relationship, being accountable to God and putting your wife's needs above your own. It means making her load lighter, not heavier. It means helping her develop and utilize her gifts and abilities. It means loving her sacrificially.

Why couldn't they love the place, same way, together, the way he always loved her, even with his sore? Love Helen like a wife in good and bad weather, in sickness and in health, its beauty in being poor? The way the leaves loved her, not like a pink leaflet printed with slogans of black people fighting war?

If ye loved him, he must ha' been a good man.' 'Yes, he...was.' 'Then I shall do my best to honor his spirit by serving his wife.

They're only Scotch pearls," he said, apologetically, "but they look bonny on you." His fingers lingered a moment on my neck. "Those were your mother's pearls!" said Dougal, glowering at the necklace. "Aye," said Jamie calmly, "and now they're my wife's. Shall we go?

I'm sorry; I had meant to offer you my condolences on the loss of your wife," I said, rather formally. He looked surprised for a moment, then bowed his head in acknowledgment, matching my formality. "It is a coincidence that you should say so at the moment," he said. "I had just been thinking of her.

And Claire Ã¢â'¬Â¦ His mouth went dry. Claire was, so far as anyone in Philadelphia knew, the wife of Lord John Grey, a very visible Loyalist. And Jamie himself had just removed John Grey's protection from her, leaving her alone and helpless in a city about to explode. How long did he have before the British left the city? No one at the table knew.

I saw Amandine. Wainwright does live at the manor house—a place called Trois Flèches—and does maintain an unwholesome relationship with the baron. I met the baron's sister, Wainwright's wife. She certainly knows of the link between her brother and her husband, but does not admit it openly. Beyond that, she appears to know nothing whatever. I have seldom met a more stupid woman.

I still don't have a real appreciation for music because I didn't really start listening to it until my 20s. My wife knows everything about music, and I try and get her to educate me, but it's just not part of my DNA.

When you're in New York, there's women galore. At the end of the day, when I'm by myself or even, at times, when there was a woman next to me, I was feeling alone. It was not the same as it is with my wife. The experience is not the same; the time is not the same.

With a wife and two children to support, I didn't have enough money for me to do nothing. So I started my business.

Emperor would need a wife who was a companion, one with whom he could converse knowledgeably, one who would excite not only his passions, but also his mind.

Because what a man like him really needs is a God whom he can blame and whom he can get mad at when things go wrong. This way he's got nobody who can be the target of his anger and hatred and that's why he blames his wife, but she minds - and the one who is called God doesn't mind.

Well, thank God for that," the admiral exclaimed. He took the girl's hand, his thumb caressing her palm before raising it to his lips. Her eyes flashing, she opened her mouth to deliver a scathing rebuke that the admiral effectively cut off: "I daresay, she has taken a decade off my life with the amount of worrying I've done about her. Do be careful there, man. She's to be my wife, you know." "Like hell I am," Maeve snarled.

Would your life as an admiral's wife be as bad as all that? He said you could go to sea with him. He said you could always stay near him. He said you could have all the freedom you wanted. His only wish is that you give up the pirating. And given that he's an admiral, that's really not such an unreasonable request . . . is it?

All you need for happiness is a good gun, a good horse, and a good wife.