Quotes About Marriage

He borrowed somebody's best suit to get married in and never even told me about it, and the man came after it one day when he was out.

But women marry all their husbands' talents and naturally, afterwards, are not so impressed with them as they may keep up the pretense of being.

I mean the women who, without any of the prerogatives of youth and beauty, demand continual slavery from their men....They sit back complacently and watch their husbands slave for them; and, without furnishing any of the pleasantries of life for their husbands, they demand the sort of continual attention that a charming fiancée might get....They are harridans and shrews who continually nag and scold until the men are driven idiotic.

He was his wife's man and not his own.

He wanted nothing less of Daisy than that she should go to Tom and say: 'I never loved you.

You can't stop going with an old friend on account of rumors, and on the other hand I had no intention of being rumored into marriage.

You were brought up to work--not especially to marry. Now you've found your first nut to crack and it's a good nut--go ahead and put whatever happens down to experience. Wound yourself or him-- whatever happens it can't spoil you because economically you're a boy, not a girl.

No,' she said; 'I'd never marry again. I've got my two children and I want myself for them. I like you--I like all clever men, you more than any--but you know me well enough to know that I'd never marry a clever man--' She broke off suddenly.

Most of the remaining women were now having fights with men said to be their husbands.

You were brought up to work — not especially to marry. Now you've found your first nut to crack and it's a good nut — go ahead and put whatever happens down to experience. Wound yourself or him — whatever happens it can't spoil you because economically you're a boy, not a girl.

Rosalind: I wonder if you know you love me. Ryder [started]: What--Oh--you know you're remarkable! Rosalind: Because you know I'm an awful proposition. Anyone who marries me will have his hands full.

you can lope about and get bored and then lope somewhere else, and you can play around with girls without being involved in meshes of sentiment, and you can do anything and be justified—and here am I with the brains to do everything, yet tied to the sinking ship of future matrimony. If I were born a hundred years from now, well and good, but now what's in store for me—I have to marry, that goes without saying.

Eventually she had decided to marry for background, and the young pagan from Asheville had gone through a spiritual crisis, joined the Catholic Church, and was now--Monsignor Darcy.

The present was the thing--work to do and someone to love. But not to love too much, for he knew the injury that a father can do to a daughter or a mother to a son by attaching them too closely: afterward, out in the world, the child would seek in the marriage partner the same blind tenderness and, failing probably to find it, turn against love and life

Because any idiot can get married and have children; that's no great accomplishment.

They also learned that the very best way to start a marriage was with a good laugh.

Women are fools; they will marry anything that has a heartbeat just to have a man.

Marry a nearsighted man and you'll never look old.

They also learned that the very best way to start a marriage was with a good laugh. Particularly when the children start coming.

Every woman wants to get married and have children.

On marriage: You sort of stumble along and reconnect and lose each other and reconnect again.

Se casaron con amor, más que por amor.

Believe me, only vulgar creatures actually do deceive their husbands.

Every married couple in the world is a mismatch because each person harbors, in the secret part of the soul that belongs to the Devil, the subtle image of the man they desire but who is not their husband, the nubile figure of the sublime woman their wife never was.