Quotes About Marriage

Inside his own head, a continuous counterpoint ran in little popping bubbles, Look! I'm engaged! Isn't she pretty? She asked me. She's smart, too. She's going to marry me. Mine, mine, all mine. I'm engaged! To be married! To this woman! an effervescence that emerged, he trusted, only as a cool, suave smile.

She would do her marriage then, hour by hour and day by day with the work of her hands, and let the wishing fall where it would.

No, she didn't want him; she loved him. She loved him with a strength she hadn't believed in herself. That was, she'd loved him until this morning. Until he had offered her marriage, without the love. "Want isn't enough.

I wrapped my hands around the familiar cup and tried to draw strength from it. It was from Thea's old Moss Rose set, remnant of careful scrimping and saving in her first year of marriage. Yet the mellow old cup now brought me no comfort, only a feeling of helplessness, of time slipping away. Sunday-best dishes gone to everyday and now to mismatched pieces. Like Thea and me

We've been wed more than a month. Since it appears you mean to stay, I might as well give you leave to call me by my christian name. It is preferable, at any rate, to 'clodpole.

Marriage, she felt, was a fine arrangement generally, except that one never got it generally. One got it very, very specifically.

They were in performance. They were performing their marriage at me.

I used to think that those essentially happy and romantic novels that ended with a wedding were all wrong, that they had left out the most interesting part of the story.

The key to marriage, she concluded, was just not to take the thing too personally.

I'm going to marry you till you puke.

Divorce, she could see, would be like marriage - a power grab, as in who would be the dog, and who would be the owner of the dog.

She decided it was perhaps a little like marriage itself: a good idea that, like all ideas, lived awkwardly on earth. -Terrific Mother

No, we're not getting married," I told my mother on the phone when she asked. "He's going to California and I'm staying here." Usually she doesn't phone. Usually she just does things like send me notes with histrionic scrawlings that read, "Well, you know, I can't use these," and along with the notes she encloses coupons for Kotex or Midol.

Oh, she said. I wasn't going to ask, but then you never said anything about it, so I thought I'd ask. How about you? Not me, said Odette. She had a poem about marriage. It began, Marriage is the death you want to die, and in front of audiences she never read it with much conviction. Usually she swung her foot back and forth through the whole thing.

The couple sat side by side on cushions on the floor, quietly eating breakfast from the low table. They munched in happy and enjoyable silence, of the kind that grows like a vine through the long years of a good marriage, so that when everything that needs to be said has already been pronounced, it is mutually understood that there is an intimate silence that has its own loquacity.

I am no philosopher, but I know this. Your religions cause wars and prevent marriages. There will be no peace on earth until every synagogue, every mosque, every church, and every temple is razed to the ground or made into a barn, and when that happens, no one will be happier than the Lord God Himself.

There is nothing so good and lovely as when man and wife in their home dwell together in unity of mind and disposition.

A man marries by accident, a woman by design.

As the days went by, I began to see this girl I had married was even more than I had suspected and in every way.

You don't think marriage is serious?" "Of course, I do. It is the ultimate test of maturity, and many find excuses for avoiding it because they know they are not up to the challenge, or capable of carrying on a mature relationship.

It is our custom that a Stinkard must always marry a Sun.

stiffened and his eyes narrowed. "You seem to forget that you are the girl I'm to marry," he said, in a tone less harsh. "Naturally, I don't want you around like this." "Well, until we are married," she said coldly, "it happens to be none of your business! If you'd like to change

You can marry me now and resent at leisure.

He's not my dad," Kaira said. "Just because he married my— As soon as I turn eighteen I'm firing his ass! Then I'll call you.