Quotes About Marriage

How little wives may realize that a biting, stinging word in the morning will rob a husband of efficiency the whole day long. But a loving, tender, beautiful word—a little prayer word—will fill him with music and will lead him into victory.

My father was on the faculty in the Chemistry Department of Harvard University my mother had one year of graduate work in physics before her marriage.

Marriage is like signing a 356-page contract without knowing what's in it.

By a husband wealth is accumulated; by a wife is its preservation.

Sleeping on a futon when you're 30 is not the worst thing. You know what's worse, sleeping in a king bed next to a wife you're not really in love with but for some reason you married, and you got a couple kids, and you got a job you hate. You'll be laying there fantasizing about sleeping on a futon.

Gold diggers are the wife beaters of men!

I found marriage somewhat stifling. I don't know that I am the kind of man who ought to be married.

Marriage is about the most expensive way for the average man to get laundry done.

All commands from your lips are sweet, I say, and now have you not said the sweetest of all? Marry you...!

She talks of love in a most ridiculous way. I say, affection's a swindle altogether! Married folk, 'Neath the yolk. Tug hard at their tether. Love that gallops, drops to hobbling-- Husbands their wive's incomes nobbling, That which boil'd soon sinks to wobbling, Ne'er again to heat. Love no longer husbands blinding, Extra freckles they keep finding; Wrinkles most unkind in, Winding Crow's crowding feet.

Though women are angels, yet wedlock's the devil.

For talk six times with the same single lady, And you may get the wedding dresses ready.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings, But only give a bust of marriages: For no one cares for matrimonial cooings. There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss. Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife, He would have written sonnets all his life?

We want God to show us the "practical" things. Who should I marry? What career should I pursue? We want guidance, but Jesus wants to give us himself. Jesus is the light of the world: he is the answer. He wants to show his glory in our lives.

There is, hidden or flaunted, a sword between the sexes till an entire marriage reconciles them.

A large proportion of mankind, like pigeons and partridges, on reaching maturity, having passed through a period of playfulness or promiscuity, establish what they hope and expect will be a permanent and fertile mating relationship. This we call marriage.

I take it, then, Vijay, you are still a virgin?' Yes, and I find it extremely galling. When Gandhi was my age he had already been married three years.' No wonder Gandhi turned out to be a great man. When you get your love life nailed down that early, think of all the time it frees up to devote to Great Ideas.

You open the gates of the soul to let the dark flood of chaos flow into your order and meaning. If you marry the ordered to the chaos you produce the divine child, the supreme meaning beyond meaning and meaninglessness.

If you marry the ordered to the chaos you produce the divine child, the supreme meaning beyond meaning and meaninglessness.

In 1902, he became engaged to Emma Rauschenbach, whom he married and with whom he had five children. Up till this point, Jung had kept a diary. In one of the last entries, dated May 1902, he wrote: "I am no longer alone with myself, and I can only artificially recall the scary and beautiful feeling of solitude. This is the shadow side of the fortune of love." 17 For Jung, his marriage marked a move away from the solitude to which he had been accustomed.

The patient married during the course of her treatment with me, but not without a violent resistance to this step. The cause of her neurotic resistance came to light only after many months, and there is not a hint of it anywhere in these dreams. They are without exception anticipations of the difficulties she is to have with the analysts to whom she has come for treatment.

On the third day of their honeymoon, infamous environmental activist Stewie Woods and his new bride, Annabel Bellotti, were spiking trees in the forest when a cow exploded and blew them up. Until then, their marriage had been happy.

Like most men, he had a tough time believing that his wife had had any kind of interesting life before she met him. Which was ridiculous on its face.

Love is grand, but divorce is a hundred grand. But enough about that.