Quotes About Marriage

He and his entourage took up almost all the Holiday Inn out by the interstate, and reporters from as far away as Asheville descended on us. Sonny was big news, and so was the state of his marriage.

I do know happy marriages, including mine. But why write about something like that? I can't imagine writing, without irony, about people who are happy all the time.

The real killer was when you married the wrong person but had the right children.

It is surprising the amount of talk that two people will get through during a week of solid tête-à-tête. Now in modern life it is an extreme rarity, outside marriage, to get a week of uninterrupted companionship with any human being.

It all depended on what Walter decided. If - if he really did care about Rose Barum, she wouldn't stand in his way. It was so glaringly indecent to hold on to one's husband if he wanted someone else. The trouble was that she didn't know what Walter did want, and this was one of those questions you really couldn't ask.

He was one of those quiet, sickly bairns. I was a nursery nurse before I married and I knew the sort. Given to asthma and feeling sorry for himself. It didn't help that he was an only child and his mother loved the bones of him.

disappearance. He lived alone. She had an idea that he might have been married once, but he didn't talk about children. He lived in Denby

When she married Jeremy she had assumed there was money in the background. It hadn't quite worked out that way.

She'd always thought he missed having his laundry done more than he missed his wife's company.

There was something of the indulged schoolboy about Ross. It was the gelled hair and designer shirts, the inability to understand a different world view. He seemed a man of certainty. His marriage to Melanie, whom Jen had once described as the perfect fashion accessory, hadn't changed him. If anything, Melanie's admiration only confirmed his inflated opinion of himself.

In Italy, they say rain on your wedding day is symbolic of fresh beginnings, cleansing, a pure marriage, and also a wet knot that can't be untied.

My husband was just OK looking. I was in labor and I said to him, 'What if she's ugly? You're ugly.'

Marriage, in its truest sense, is a partnership of equals, with neither exercising dominion over the other, but, rather, with each encouraging and assisting the other in whatever responsibilities and aspirations he or she might have.

Marriage, for whatever reason, has always both interested and terrified me.

Men go into marriage with virtually no expectations whatsoever. Ten years later, the men are delightfully surprised to find out that it's actually kind of nice, and the women have sort of had to take a nose dive from what they thought it was going to be.

My feelings on homosexuality are unequivocal. I have absolutely no problem with it whatsoever. My only reservation is marriage.

I felt no stigma whatsoever in becoming the third Mrs. Gifford.

My husband will tell you to run for the hills if you see me behind the wheel.

As my friend said to me, when you have children, typically in a second marriage, when you're older and you get married again to a woman who would have children, you must always remember that you make sure the children attend a college where the commencement ceremonies are held in a facility with a wheelchair accessible ramp.

I feel birth, death, marriage is destined, and these things can't be manipulated. I have surrendered my life completely. So, whenever it happens, I will accept it.

I've been married to the same woman for forty years, and whenever people ask us how we managed to stay married for so long, we usually say as one voice, 'What's the secret? Don't get divorced!'

I have a lady, she's a great lady. I love her a lot, she loves me. We're on the same page. Whenever that day happens when we're not on the same page we'll move forward with it. We're interested in having our lives be our lives right now and not a third person's vis-a-vis marriage and whatever that means.

I am not against hasty marriages, where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.

In the hands of the ego, marriage is a prison. It is exclusive. It is a place where people are constantly reminded of their failures and limited by the energies of another person. It is rife with judgment and blame.