Quotes About Marriage

There is a funny thing about tomorrow," he said. "It never comes. Have you noticed? For when the day that ought to be tomorrow arrives, it is actually today. And today we are in love and planning to marry.

I suppose," he said, his voice harsher than he had intended it to be, "you want marriage again." "No," she said quickly. "No, never that. Not again. Why would any woman willingly make herself the property of a man and suffer all the humiliation of submerging her character and her very identity in his?

openness and truth between partners were necessary if the marriage was to have a chance of bringing them any sort of happiness.

Miss Tallant, I perceive that it is useless to try to make polite small talk with you. I shall get immediately to the point. Will you do me the honor of becoming my wife? Henry's jaw dropped. Miss Tallant? Your wife? she asked faintly. Yes, my wife. I have taken you by surprise, I see. I mistakenly thought you had more fortitude, ma'am. Should I have paved the way more carefully by falling on my knees in front of you and declaring undying love and devotion? I can still do so, if you wish.

I have excellent hopes, he said. I have ached for you for six years, and you have suffered too, I know. I love you now as I have from the beginning, and you love me. I believe we have a chance for a good marriage.

What if I should drop the ring? Cyril asked on the way to the church. Surely one of the functions of the best man - the principal function, in fact - was the calm the nerves of the bridegroom. Then you crawl around on the floor until you recover it, Percy said. It will not happen. I have never done this before, Cyril added. Neither have I, Percy told him.

It is just that I have always been determined, you see, to marry someone I loved.

And you must not be in a hurry to fall in love or to imagine that you should be in love with someone. You are very young, Cecily. Be sure that when you do marry, it is to someone you can trust completely.

I care to marry only a gentleman who loves me.

He had even suggested that they get married without further delay. She often wondered what would have happened with their lives if she had said yes.

Did he think she was quite mad? What woman, having once lived through the experience of marriage and been granted the blessed release of her husband's demise, would ever freely subject herself to a life of such degradation again?

They had told each other their stories, yet had failed to understand what had happened. And they had parted. It was all over. But why should that be? They had loved each other passionately six years before, had defied their families in order to marry, and had grieved for each other ever since. They loved and wanted each other now. Why should they be apart forever? Had they not suffered enough?

Character traits are longer-lasting and are something on which a good marriage can be built. Respect and affection can grow in a marriage if husband and wife like and respect each other.

I am not afraid of being single. I am afraid of making a marriage I would regret.

As the daughter of an earl, he said, you could probably snare a duke, Margaret, if there is one available. They both laughed. If he is young, handsome, wealthy, kind, and inclined to love me to distraction, she said, then I will grab him. She laughed again. Provided I love him to distraction too, of course.

When you allow a young lady in your care to stumble on the ice and . . . sprain her ankle, it is clearly understood by all her relatives and friends that you are obliged to make amends by marrying her.

Then marry me, he said . . . You like me, do you not, Elizabeth? We could have a good friendship, I believe, a good life together. I have enough love for both of us. I should never demand more than you are prepared to give.

It was true that love had never done her much good. It had brought her very little happiness. A few weeks of courtship and two days of marriage did not provide enough happiness for a lifetime. There had been years of pain and emptiness. Perhaps a marriage based on affection and respect would prove more durable. Perhaps there would not be the peak of delirious joy that she had known with Robert. But there would not be the depths of despair, either.

She amuses you? she repeated. And that is reason for marriage? An excellent one, he agreed. I believe I shall not know a moment's dullness with Henry.

A shocking humiliation, is it not? he said. What are we going to do about it, Allie? Marry each other as a consolation?

His friend laughed. 'You missed your calling, Freddie,' he said. 'You should have been one of the aforementioned clergy. Is this what marriage does to you? One shudders at the very idea.

She would never marry a rake, if you will pardon my plain speaking. Then she will reform him . . . A reformed rake makes the best of husbands, it is said.

I fully intend to cherish any lady I marry, to cultivate a friendship with her, to grow fond of her, to protect and defend her, to give her my time and attention whenever I am able, to remain faithful to the vows I make to her. Is that not what love is?

How could she expect ever to find a man who would want to marry her just because she was? It was absurd. And she would have to return the compliment, would she not? She could not expect any man to love her that deeply if she did not also understand that he simply was, and that his wasness or isness made him forever the love of her heart. The love of her life.