Quotes About Marriage

If things were different, if there were no revolution, no war, no threads of light, if he were rich, would he go back to London with her and ask for her hand in marriage? He smiled, for the answer was simple. Yes, yes, he would.

I have married thriteen couples. I'm about to do a marriage next month.

Married in haste, we repent at leisure.

As ephemeral as our footprints were in the sand along the river, so also were those moments of childhood caught in the photographs. And so will be our family itself, our marriage, the children who enriched it, and the love that has carried us through so much. All this will be gone. What we hope will remain are these pictures telling our brief story, but what will last, beyond all of it, is the place.

And believe me, darling, there's no man more faithful than a reformed playboy. They make far better husbands than men who haven't had time to sow their wild oats before they marry, so go off the rails at about forty-five because they suddenly realise that they've missed out on life and if they don't hurry up it's going to be too late.

I didn't think marriage worked. I thought everybody who was married was secretly miserable - that it was something they just put up with for their children.

I love being a wife and homemaker - because it's my choice. My husband doesn't expect me to do it. I don't mind doing things for him because he does so much for me we both feel that way so there is no power struggle.

In places where marriage's core meaning has been altered through legal action, officials are beginning to target for punishment those believers and churches that refuse to adapt.

We must shore up this institution of marriage: The programs like marriage initiatives in the nation's capital, where couples are given community assistance, education, and financial incentives. They need to get married and to stay married. In the battle against poverty we cannot ignore the central role of family structure.

At my core, what I think we need to do is to get the basics right again. We need to rebuild our family structure, stay away from redefining marriage, and stand by marriage as a union between a man and a woman.

It was strange, Sari thought, that girls' joy in their own freedom was so often the thing that made men want to turn them into wives.

It wasn't a big deal to marry your half-brother in those times; there just weren't enough people on earth for people to start getting picky about incest.

In many instances, marriage vows would be more accurate if the phrase were changed to 'Until debt do us part'.

Nobody ever asks a father how he manages to combine marriage and a career.

We read the Golden Rule and judge it to be a brilliant distillation of many of our ethical impulses. And then we come across another of God's teachings on morality: if a man discovers on his wedding night that his bride is not a virgin, he must stone her to death on her father's doorstep (Deuteronomy 22:13-21).

To sustain love, a man and a woman must continually be marrying and divorcing, moving with, against, away from, and beyond each other, saying 'yes' and 'no'.

If you want to know how your girl will treat you after marriage, just listen to her talking to her little brother.

At meals Mama and Papa would observe each other from opposite ends of the long table, and Mama's grey eyes would fly angry silences at Papa, who would catch them in his enormous mustache. Their marriage was a tall column of pain, like a fluted vase. Balanced precariously on the fricative point at which Mama's personality met Papa's chin, it was always about to fall over and smash.

Some people put more effort and money into the wedding day than they do into the marriage itself, then it's all downhill from there. I was happy for a simple start; things could only get better.

Some people put more effort and money into the wedding day than they do into the marriage itself, then it's all downhill from there.

The celibate man must stand firm in chastity until his wife arrives, and it is not possible to do so when he does not know how to transmute his sexual energy.

I feel something foreign bloom between my husband and me, an intruder, a mold. I see my husband with eyes that don't know him, as if he quite suddenly became a man from Brazil, or grew a beard, or started speaking in a southern accent. As if after eleven years of marriage he somehow had all of his secrets returned to him, made secret again.

Love and marriage, love and marriage,Go together like a horse and carriage.

Marriage is distinctly and repeatedly excluded from heaven. Is this because it is thought likely to mar the general felicity?