Quotes About Marriage

My dear queen," said he, "duplicity of any sort is exceedingly objectionable between married people of any rank, not to say kings and queens; and the most objectionable form duplicity can assume is that of punning." MacDonald, George. The Light Princess: and Other Fairy Stories (Kindle Locations 193-195). Dancing Unicorn Books. Kindle Edition.

He was but a married old bachelor, and fancied he must keep up his dignity in the eyes of his wife, not having yet learned that, if a man be true, his friends and lovers will see to his dignity.

His marriage was of infinitely more salvation to the laird than if it had set him free from all his worldly embarrassments, for it set him growing again—and that is the only final path out of oppression.

Then let us be of one heart too, Dawtie! She was so accustomed to hear Andrew speak in figures, that sometimes she looked through and beyond his words. She did so now, and seeing nothing, stood perplexed. Willna ye, Dawtie? said Andrew, holding out his hands. I dinna freely understand ye, An'rew! Ye heavenly idiot! cried Andrew. Will ye be my wife, or will you no?

I must show the blacksmith and the shopkeeper once more--two years after marriage--time long enough to have made common people as common to each other as the weed by the roadside; but these are not common to each other yet, and never will be. They will never complain of being _desillusionnes_, for they have never been illuded. They look up each to the other still, because they were right in looking up each to the other from the first. Each was, and therefore each is and will be, real.

I love her dearly, far beyond any creature I've ever known, and I can prove it, for never once in almost seventy years of married life have I taken her by the throat.

I'm thirty-nine years old. I've got a wife that I can't get rid of. I've got varicose veins. I've got five false teeth.

Women who do not marry wither up - they wither up like aspidistras in back-parlour windows; and the devilish thing is that they don't even know they're withering.

The only recognized purpose of marriage was to beget children for the service of the Party. Sexual intercourse was to be looked on as a slightly disgusting minor operation, like having an enema. This again was never put into plain words, but in an indirect way it was rubbed into every Party member from childhood onwards.

Very early in her married life he had decided — though perhaps it was only that he knew her more intimately than he knew most people — that she had without exception the most stupid, vulgar, empty mind that he had ever encountered. She had not a thought in her head that was not a slogan, and there was no imbecility, absolutely none that she was not capable of swallowing if the Party handed it out to her. 'The human sound-track' he nicknamed her in his own mind.

Well, Hilda and I were married, and right from the start it was a flop. Why did you marry her? you say. But why did you marry yours? These things happen to us. I wonder whether you'll believe that during the first two or three years I had serious thoughts of killing Hilda. Of course in practice one never does these things, they're only a kind of fantasy that one enjoys thinking about. Besides, chaps who murder their wives always get copped.

When a marriage for love is on the carpet; you must expect to waste time. But when it's a marriage of convenience between two people who have no whims and who know what they want; it's soon arranged.

Beau chou, disent-ils, vis et fleuris, afin que notre jeune mariée ait un beau petit enfant avant la fin de l'année; car si tu mourais trop vite ce serait signe de stérilité, et tu serais là-haut sur sa maison comme un mauvais présage.

In the town where I live, I have frequently observed a phenomenon I have come to think of as Samish-Sex Marriage.

On our wedding day I was forty-six, she was eighteen.

If my wife wishes to leave me, may I compel her at arms to stay in our "union"? Especially when she is a fiercer fighter than I, better organized, quite determined to be free of me?

Siamo andati via di casa, ci siamo sposati, siamo diventati genitori, abbiamo scoperto che il seme della grettezza fioriva anche dentro di noi.

My husband was not handsome and was not generous. He was a bore. Was not rough with me but neither was he tender.

La mayoría de los matrimonios, la mayoría de las relaciones amorosas, logra perdurar gracias a un rosario de reconciliaciones, no siempre veraces.

So, I'm lying on the couch and Laura walks in and I say, 'Free at last,' and she says 'You're free all right, you're free to do the dishes.' So I say, 'You're talking to the former president, baby,' and she said, 'consider this your new domestic policy agenda.

You don't feel you could marry me instead? Got no brains, of course, and I ain't a handsome fellow, like Jack, but I love you. Don't think I could ever love anyone else.

This, said Damerel wrathfully, is the second time you have walked in just as I am about to propose to your sister!

Horatia said eagerly: Oh, you will take m-me instead? No, said Rule, with a faint smile. I won't do that. But I will engage not to marry your sister. It's not necessary to offer me an exchange, my poor child. B-but it is! said Horatia vigorously. One of us m-must marry you!

But I do not want to be a widow! declared Elinor. I am afraid it is too late in the day to alter that. said Carlyon. Besides, if you had known my cousin better you would have wanted to be a widow, Nicky assured her.