Quotes About Marriage

Who's Sally Bowles?" asked Ben. I turned and looked at my younger, less theatrical half. "She used to be married to Ansel Adams." "You're kidding?" "Yes, I am," I said. Jake

In a burst of hideous insight, DeDe realized the depth of her commitment to this marriage. She had just traded adultery for a cheeseburger and an order of french fries.

I think that gay marriage is something that should be between a man and a woman.

Ze zei: 'Je denkt steeds weer dat jij de uitzondering bent.' 'Wie denkt dat?' 'Ik.' 'Dat denkt iedereen,' zei ik, 'daarom trouwen mensen, daarom maken ze kinderen, daarom gaan ze door met leven, omdat ze denken dat het voor iedereen geldt maar niet voor hen, omdat ze denken dat zij de uitzondering zijn.

It was such a nuisance that men were fundamentally polygamous. On the other hand, if they weren't… Yes, perhaps it was better this way, after all.

You would not call me a marrying man, Watson? No, indeed! You'll be interested to hear that I'm engaged. My dear fellow! I congrat- To Milverton's housemaid. My dear Holmes! I wanted information, Watson.

The good Watson had at that time deserted me for a wife, the only selfish action I can recall in our association. I was alone.

Should I ever marry, Watson, I should hope to inspire my wife with some feeling which would prevent her from being walked off by a housekeeper when my corpse was lying within a few yards of her.

It is a pity he did not write in pencil. As you have no doubt frequently observed, the impression usually goes through -- a fact which has dissolved many a happy marriage.

Se trata del proceso de separación de los Dundas [...]. El marido era abstemio, no existía otra mujer, y el comportamiento del que se quejaba la esposa consistía en que el marido había adquirido la costumbre de rematar todas sus comidas quitándose la dentadura postiza y arrojándosela a su esposa, lo cual, estará usted de acuerdo, no es la clase de acto que se le suele ocurrir a un novelista corriente.

Well," her husband said, "seems he don't agree." Years—many years—later when he took his granddaughter for a picnic in the cemetery with a Negro gardener or two along to clean up, William Howland talked about his wife Lorena. "There was such a light to her," he said, "all over her. I used to think

An odd thought crossed her mind: she would pick up the heavy glass ashtray and smash her husband over the head with it.

The thought of a ring around my finger always made me feel tied tight, because rings had no openings to get out of.

She's not my first wife, you know, but my third. And a third wife, they say, is like the December sun.

Do you know what it's like to marry off a daughter? You don't? Then you're better off! I know very well what it's like, even though it was someone else's daughter.

Eleven kids from three wives, may no harm come to them, is nothing to sneeze at!

All right, doctor, you just try and have three grown daughters—God bless them—and marry them off all in one day and then we'll see if you'll be able to sit home and relax for even a day.

Madness— that's more up your alley. You're married. I don't dare go meshugge

Take my husband, for instance. There's no greater bungler than my Nachman-Ber. Ever since I've known him, he hasn't earned two broken kopeks. Then what's he good for?

Matchmaking, for example. What could be finer, better, easier, more respectable? What does it take, after all? Nothing but a bit of common sense and enough brains to see who goes with who.

Well, a matchmaker, as you know, can talk a wall into marrying a hole in the ground;

I weep to think of all the tricks you've played on me since I've had you for a husband …and now, as if all that weren't enough, you decide to become a circus clown. A penny-a-liner! And to think there are even worse fools than you who will pay to read what you write!

If it's my fate to have a scribbler for a husband, why must you scribble in Yehupetz? Isn't there enough ink in Kasrilevke?

In matchmaking, you should know, telegrams are half the battle.