Quotes About Marriage

It was always my mother who policed me. My father was milder, and less given to judgement. He preferred to allow things to blow over, to let sleeping dogs lie, not to stir up mud; whereas my mother preferred facing facts and not brushing things under the carpet. My parents' marriage, to my unforgiving nineteen-year-old eye, was a car crash of cliché. Though I would have to admit, as the one making the judgement, that a "car crash of cliché" is itself a cliché.

I know already that she and her husband have separate beds, indeed separate rooms, and their marriage has been unconsummated—or rather, sex-free—for almost twenty years; but I haven't pressed her for reasons or particulars.

You marry to continue the conversation.

I considered ducking the appointment, but eventually decided to let the heart speak, and rolled up. I had, after all, spent three days wondering what it would be like to be married to her. In fact, I'd thought about Annick so much that I couldn't remember what she looked like. It was like putting layer after layer of papier mâché over an object and gradually seeing the original shape disappear. How terrible if I failed to recognise the woman I'd already been married to for three days.

The French had the more pragmatic approach: you married for social position, for money or property, for the perpetuation of family, but not for love. Love rarely survived marriage, and it was a foolish hypocrisy to pretend that it might.

There is a strong tradition in the nineteenth century and on into the twentieth of artists seeing marriage as the enemy of art. Love, yes; marriage, no. Flaubert took the wedding of any literary friend as a personal betrayal, and beyond that, a betrayal of their shared art.

My parents' marriage, to my unforgiving nineteen-year-old eye, was a car crash of cliché. Though I would have to admit, as the one making the judgement, that a 'car crash of of cliché' is itself a cliché.

It was possible for couples to not discover that they are in profound disagreement over the very fundamentals of life until ten or twenty years of marriage.

Use it all you want. Marry him. He'll never really be yours, and you'll never know it. Or maybe you will.

Do the girls emerge quite ruined for marriage after you stuff them full of knowledge? I should imagine most of our girls emerge less tolerant of fools, if that's what you mean. - Dryden and Phoebe

Cynthia wondered how anyone could withstand this sort of happiness. But no doubt no one had ever before been as happy as she was at this moment, so there couldn't possibly be any precedent. She would have to show them all how to do it by surviving it and marrying Miles Redmond and living to a ripe old age.

Perhaps men like the Everseas were commonplace here in England. Perhaps finding a beautiful titled husband would be as simple as shaking an apple from a tree.

Delilah had been transferred from her father's household to her husband's like crated porcelain.

What did you say to the messanger mi'lady? Do you remember the exact words of your last proposal? I probably said, Will you marry me? Connor smiled. He pulled her toward him, lowered his head and kissed her just long enough to stun her. He lifted his head then, looked into her eyes, and finally spoke to her. Yes Brenna. I will marry you.

We English have perfect eyesight. Alec finally turned to look at her. Are you jesting with me, wife? You decide, husband. Aye, you are, Alec answered. I've already learned all about the English sense of humor. And what have you learned? You don't have any.

Madelyne, we're married now. 'Tis a usual occurrence to bed one's wife on the wedding night.

You might have started out with a clever plan in mind, but you fell in love with her somewhere along the way, didn't you? Iain refused to answer him. Douglas wouldn't let it go. Do you love Judith? Iain let out a sigh. Judith's brother was turning out to be one hell of a nuisance. Do you honestly believe I would marry a Maclean if I didn't love her? Laird Maclean let out a snort of laughter. Welcome to the family, son.

Judith took a deep breath. Aye, you captured Iain's wife, she said again. But he married your daughter.

I am not a poor child, Lady Eleanor, Madelyne announced, letting her anger sound in her voice. Duncan won't marry you. He won't sign the contracts. He'd have to give up his greatest treasure in order to marry you. And what be that treasure? Lady Eleanor inquired, her voice mild. Why, I'm Duncan's greatest treasure. He'd be a fool to give me up, she added. And even you must know that Duncan is anything but a fool.

I love you. We're getting married, and that's the way it is. Get used to it.

An english baron wed to my daughter? I'll die first, I will. Johanna quit rubbing Claire's shoulder and stepped forward. A very rich baron, she blurted out. The laird frowned at Johanna with what she thought was indignation. Wealth is not an issue here, he muttered. How rich? They were married an hour later.

Iain didn't know what to say to her. They had all asked an incredible amount from her. She was such an innocent, too. Hell, she wasn't even married, and yet they'd demanded she deliver a baby. He wasn't even certain if she knew how Isabelle had conceived the babe.

It's the wife's duty, isn't it, to be submissive to her husband? Christina asked. It is, Lyon answered. His hands moved to the fastenings on her dress. Oh, yes, it definitely is. Then I shall be submissive, Lyon, Christina announced. When it suits me.

If you'd wanted to get married with your feet on the ground, then you should have said something.