Quotes About Marriage

Quando un'ex si sposa, una donna può ridere. Al secondo comincia a innervosirsi. Ma a tre? Diventa una questione personale: cosa c'è in me che impedisce a un uomo di sborsare una bella sommetta in nome dell'eterno amore. [...] È come i coperchi sigillati. Sai com'è, ti ammazzi di fatica per aprire un barattolo a pressione e il coperchio non cede. Non appena lo passi a un altro puoi stare sicura che il coperchio salterà via da solo.

Austin's 'entire disappointment' in the marriage, and his entrapment, as a fly caught in a spider's web.

Two things are necessary to keep one's wife happy. First, let her think she is having her way. And second, let her have it.

What did I expect him to say--that he would leave his wife? To do so was the province of fiction. Real life was not as easy as that.

You're very difficult." He only flashed her the slightest of smiles. "Likely why you wed me. It wouldn't have done for you to have found a man simply and won him without effort.

For me, marriage should be about partnership. How can you love someone you have to take care of like a child all the time? A wife is supposed to be a partner, and yes partners help each other when they need it, but they are supposed to be together because they want to in my book, not because one needs the other.

I'll talk to Mortimer and see what he thinks, and then get back to you tomorrow. In the meantime, you should really get to sleep and get those shared dreams going. Cale grimaced at the suggestion, and reminded him, She has a splitting headache, Bricker. I thought that was a married woman's complaint? Bricker responded quickly, and then laughed at his own joke as he hung up.

In sleep, Ross's face was unguarded, his expression soft. It made him appear much younger. He also snored loud enough to wake the dead. It made her think it would be a good thing did she fall asleep first every night for the rest of their marriage. Annabel

Suzette was different, her responses were honest, her need real not feigned to jolly the exercises along, and that passion in her had called out to his own. Feeling her tremble with excitement had excited him, tasting her passion had made his own hunger stretch and roar, and just watching her find her release had nearly brought on his own. He wanted to possess that, and if it took marriage to do it, then dammit, Gretna Green here he came.

How the devil did he get himself caught? By being no brighter than you, Suzette snapped before her father could answer. God, you are a fishwife, Jeremy said with disgust and then muttered to himself, It figures Dicky would marry sweet little mousy Christiana himself and stick me with the sister who was a harpy.

Claray started to turn away, but then stopped and whirled back to give him a quick kiss, then promptly blushed at the spontaneous action when his eyebrows flew up. Wives kiss husbands when they part, she muttered to cover her embarrassment, and headed away, only to have him catch her arm and draw her back. That was no' a proper kiss, he announced solemnly, and then commenced to show her his version, which left her breathless and flushed when he released her and walked back to the men.

Let's be quick. I should like to catch up to them before they marry and I am forced to make Suzette a widow.

It was as if, once she was married, the woman had washed her hands of the girl. However, the welts on her back had been the final straw. Aye, they would leave for MacKay first thing tomorrow morning, Ross determined. He would take her home, where they could consummate their marriage in the bed where she would one day give birth to their children. Annabel's life here was done. She was his now.

It seemed she would marry, be a wife to this unknown Scot, the mother of his children, and lady of his people . . . Lord save them all. R

Claray had not been made to spend her life on her knees in prayer. The lass had too much passion in her for that. So, he would marry her, reclaim his name, title and home and set to work filling her belly with bairns. The thought made him smile, and imagining all the ways to accomplish the task of filling her belly, all the positions and places he could do so, helped pass the time as they continued their ride through the long day and the evening that followed.

I was attacked? I thought I just ran into a tree." "Aye, ye did," he acknowledged. "But when yer squawking woke me up, someone was chasing ye." "Squawking?" she asked with affront. "I do not squawk, husband." His mouth worked briefly and he turned away for another pseudo cough, but then nodded solemnly. "I meant scream. When yer screaming woke me up." "Hmmm

The issue of cheating is enormous to any marriage because it involves the most necessary ingredient of any relationship—trust—

True love is not a feeling by which we are overwhelmed. It is a committed, thoughtful decision.

Similarly, loving spouses must repeatedly confront each other if the marriage relationship is to serve the function of promoting the spiritual growth of the partners. No marriage can be judged truly successful unless husband and wife are each other's best critics.

Children cannot grow to psychological maturity in an atmosphere of unpredictability, haunted by the specter of abandonment. Couples cannot resolve in any healthy way the universal issues of marriage—dependency and independency, dominance and submission, freedom and fidelity, for example—without the security of knowing that the act of struggling over these issues will not itself destroy the relationship.

Great marriages cannot be constructed by individuals who are terrified by their basic aloneness, as so commonly is the case, and seek a merging in marriage. Genuine love not only respects the individuality of the other but actually seeks to cultivate it, even at the risk of separation or loss. The ultimate goal of life remains the spiritual growth of the individual, the solitary journey to peaks that can be climbed only alone.

Couples sooner or later always fall out of love, and it is at the moment when the mating instinct has run its course that the opportunity of genuine love begins. It is when the spouses no longer feel like being in each other's company always, when they would rather be elsewhere some of the time, that their love begins to be tested and will be found to be present or absent.

That's all they discussed, those neighbors of my mother's: who had died; who was just about to drop dead; who was getting married to whom, so that they could have a miserable life together and then die.

One of many legends of the Impaler is that, trapped in a loveless marriage, he wandered the streets of his capital, Tirgoviste, picking up prostitutes on the way. So, too, Carol II Hohenzollern, king of Romania when archaeologists first came looking for Dracula's grave had his string of mistresses.