Quotes About Marriage

Oh yes, I don't deny I married you because I was sorry for you. And then-I found you the best and jolliest and dearest little pal and chum a fellow ever had. Witty-loyal-sweet. You made me believe again in the reality of friendship and love.

Cornelia was rightfully Mrs. Marshall Elliott, and had been Mrs. Marshall Elliott for thirteen years, but even yet more people referred to her as Miss

that Rosemary is to wear white silk and a veil, but Ellen is to be married in navy blue. I have no doubt, Mrs. Dr. dear, that that is very sensible of her

By a Free Methodist!" groaned Mrs. Frederick — as if to have been married by an imprisoned Methodist would have been a shade less disgraceful.

They quarreled once or twice, for they was both high-sperrited. But Mistress Selwyn says to me once, says she, laughing in that pretty way of hers, 'I felt dreadful when John and I quarreled, but underneath it all I was very happy because I had such a nice husband to quarrel with and make it up with.

You wanted to be Mrs. and Mrs. you shall be with a vengeance as far as I am concerned.

And now, Mrs. Dr, dear, said Susan, since the fall house-cleaning is over and the garden truck is all safe in cellar, I am going to take a honeymoon to celebrate the peace. A honeymoon, Susan? Yes, Mrs. Dr. dear, a honeymoon, repeated Susan firmly. I shall never be able to get a husband but I am not going to be cheated out of everything and a honeymoon I intend to have.

There was a faint chill in the air of the early September evening, so Anne had lighted her ever ready fire of driftwood in the big living room, and she and Miss Cornelia basked in its fairy flicker. It is so delightful—especially in regard to Mr. Meredith and Rosemary, said Anne. I'm as happy in the thought of it, as I was when I was getting married myself. I felt exactly like a bride again last evening when I was up on the hill seeing Rosemary's trousseau.

Excuse me, said Mr. Meredith, as it it did not matter much. He turned up the marriage service and got through with it, but the bride never felt quite properly married for the rest of her life.

Young Johnny Booth was to have been married yesterday, but he couldn't be because he's gone and got the mumps. Wasn't that like a man?

The central truth that serves as the platform for Christian marriage — and for all Christian relationships — is that in Christ we are at every moment eternally loved and genuinely significant.

I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it.

You should marry me, he said. I will be good to you. I am not like these men. I have manners. You would see how kind I would be. I would never leave you. You could have an easy life.

The thought crossed his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

He doesn't talk much, though, she added. I don't care whether he talks or not, Lorena said. I wouldn't marry a man just for conversation. I'd rather read and having to know how than listen to some man talk.

He was just a husband and a salaried man. Choice didn't play any part in his life.

Indeed, looking back on her twenty-four years of marriage to Rudyard—something, admittedly, that she seldom did—Aurora could not remember a single thing that had been his fault, unless it was Emma, and even that was questionable.

In the whole two years of their marriage she had never said anything similar, anything to indicate that she felt their being together was something less than a part of natural law.

If you mean Miss Austen, I don't find her particularly romantic, Tasmin declared. Can't say that I care much about the marriage arrangements among the middle classes. Tasmin Berrybender

I said we oughta get married," Louisa said loudly. "What I like about you is you're quiet. Jim talked every second that he didn't have a whiskey bottle in his mouth. I got tired of listening. Also, you're skinny. If you don't last, you'll be easy to bury. I've buried enough husbands to take such things into account. What do you say?

The thought cross his mind that he ought to have married her and not gone rambling. If he had, he wouldn't be in such a fix. But he felt little fear; just an overpowering fatigue. Life had slipped out of line. It was unfair, it was too bad, but he couldn't find the energy to fight it any longer.

When his second wife died and he was free to propose, he did one day, on a picnic to the place they called her orchard, and she refused instantly, without losing a trace of merriment. Why not? he asked. I'm used to my own ways, she said. You might try to make me do something I wouldn't want to do. Don't I indulge your every whim? he asked. Yes, but that's because you haven't got me, Clara said. I bet you'd change fast if I ever let you get the upper hand. p340

Then why don't you marry him? Sally laughed. I don't want to jump into anything. 'Marry in haste, repent at leisure.' I can get married any time. Her trained objectivity made her add, Well, any time within the next five years. I'll be something of a spinster if I'm not married by then.

People don't break up because someone's family is a little . . . messy. If that were the case, no one would ever get married.