Quotes About Marriage

The secret to keeping your marriage filled with love in a cup Whenever you're wrong, admit it, whenever you're right, shut up

Corpus bones, I thought. To be wedded to this perfumed prig with his mouth in a knot and a frown always on his face!

in the context of 1881] Don't you want to get married and have babies? Mrs. Bergman used to say that women need- What women need is more exercise, shorter skirts, and their own way once in a while.

I was a married woman! she said. Why does every generation believe it is the discoverer of pleasure? Your father was a spectacular lover. Even through the wall, I could hear the triumph in her voice.

My marriage to Kincaid is a bit more complicated than I thought. There are certain things we don't agree on, and—" "You wish to change his mind about something," Gregor finished. "How did you know?" "I've noticed that women often have a desire to change men, even the ones they love." "I've noticed that, too." Dougal frowned.

This is the woman I'm t' marry! Where have ye been all me life, me love? And without a blink, I replied, Don't start with me, ye scoundrel! If ye come with an empty purse, ye can leave now, fer I'd rather be unwed than unfed.

Financial standing, a social position beyond what she has now, and a husband to dote upon her every wish. What more could she ask for? Maybe youth. Vigor. Teeth . Lord Cameron has his own teeth. Margaret narrowed her eyes at the other candidate. I'm not so certain about Munro. They seemed somewhat clacky at dinner, so I'm suspicious.

Because I am your favourite grandson, and you love me more than all of my brothers. Nyet . You are the most frustrating of my grandsons. Find a good woman, marry her, have children - then you will be my favourite. Perhaps I shall settle for second favourite. What would that take?

No, my lord. I merely thought it unwise for you to visit the Duke of Massingale and request his granddaughter's hand in marriage while intoxicated." Reeves replaced the stopper on the decanter and carried it back to the sideboard. "His Lordship would not appreciate such a display.

Beth grimaced. "He is a pompous ass." "And in dire need of a wealthy wife. Perhaps you should find a twitch to go with your stutter." "I would fall upon the floor in a fit if I thought it might do some good. The man is a menace.

They make a lovely couple, my lord," Jameson said, fishing in his pocket for a clean handkerchief. He found one and handed it to the duke. "Indeed they do," the duke said, blowing his nose rather loudly. "They will be even lovelier once they're properly married!

It was the marriage that was important; Jane Austen rarely even bothered to write about the wedding.

Marriage seemed like such a small space whenever I was in it. I liked the getting married. Courtship has a plotline. But there's no plot to being married. Just the same things over and over again. Same fights, same friends, same things you do on a Saturday. The repetition would start to get to me.

We all have a sense of level. It may not be based on class exactly anymore, but we still have a sense of what we're entitled to. People pick partners who are nearly their equal in looks. The pretty marry the pretty, the ugly the ugly. To the detriment of the breed.

I couldn't fit my whole self into a marriage, no matter who my husband was. There were parts of me that John liked, and different parts for the others, but no one could deal with all of me, So I'd lop some part off, but then I'd start missing it, wanting it back.

It kept Mom on high alert and I worried sometimes that their marriage had become the sort Inspector Javert might have had with Jean Valjean.

Yes, it is. I'm leaving the marriage, I'm not leaving you. As long as you're in the house, I'll take care of the house." "Fuck off," said Sylvia.

Sorry Your Husband Was Sharing His Saran Wrap Fetish with a Hooker

The Story of an Hour" by Kate Chopin.

Marriage. That's what he called it, though men like Paul do not marry women. They own them. They control them. They are voracious gluttons who devour every part of a woman, then clean their teeth with the bones.

She took him for granted sometimes. That was the luxury of a long marriage. But she knew that she loved him. She needed him. He was the anchor that kept her from drifting away.

To explain that she knew how marriages worked, understood the petty grievances that could build up. She should tell Charlie that it didn't matter. That if you loved someone, you should do everything you could to make it work because the person you adored more than anyone else in the world could complain of a sore throat one day and be dead the next.

Once you start having babies, that perfect, loving husband of yours will start treating you like a milk cow. Trust me. It's like they think they have something over you. And they do. You're trapped, and they know that you need them, but they can walk away at any time and find somebody younger and tighter to have fun with.

You sowed enough wild oats before we were married to qualify for farm subsidies.