Quotes About Marriage

So you can't marry Harry, Mom! Not if you still love Daddy!" I sound like a ten-year-old, but I can't help it. Buttercup comes over to me and puts her head on my lap. "Love gets used up, Chastity," Mom says gently, reaching up to smooth my hair. "If it's not returned, it gets used up.

It's not easy, you know, to be in love with your husband and watch him slowly grow disappointed with who you actually are.

She was meant to be his wife, and he was destined to be her husband.

You deserve a husband who'd cut off his own dick before he'd cheat on you, Rach. You do." "Maybe we can put that in my Match.com profile,

THE LAST TIME my husband and I had sex, I fell asleep. Not after. During.

My darlings, I give you this wedding wish: may your wedding day not be the happiest day of your life. May those be the simple days, the ordinary days when the sky looks so pretty, or your baby smiles at you, or your spouse laughs at your joke, and your heart is filled with simple and pure contentment. And may those days number in the thousands.

The bewilderment is the worst part. That's what they don't tell you in divorce articles. They talk about anger and loneliness and growing apart and starting over and being kind to yourself, but they don't tell you about the untold hours in the black hole of why. Why? What changed? When? Why was I the one you chose to marry, but all of a sudden, I'm not enough anymore?

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy. If you hear your husband farting in the bathroom seconds before he emerges and asks if you want to fool around, you generally don't want to fool around. You might, after a few minutes, but you have to forgive your husband for… well, for being human. For eating a bean burrito. After all, you ate the bean burrito, too.

Book club meets every other month or so. Besides marriage counseling and the very occasional night out with my sister, I'm home twenty-nine nights out of thirty, and still the girls resent me. Not once have they ever complained about Adam's late meetings—which may or may not have been booty calls for amazing porno sex. Me, I go out to my stupid book club, and I'm punished for it.

In most marriages, lust and love become tempered by normalcy.

Personally, I always thought married sex was the best sex. Owen and I knew each other's bodies, our favorite parts. There was the trust factor, the love, the like. It was always good.

So I guess I'm ready to...start dating. I want to get married again. Have a family." Ethan leans forward, causing Fat Mikey to jump off his lap. "I see," he says. I look at the floor for a second. "Right." Risking a peek at Ethan, I add, "So we should probably stop sleeping together.

Love is a decision. It's not just a feeling.

How was it that her whole life could be distilled down to that simple truth? Words mattered. Her life had been defined by things said and unsaid, and now her marriage was being undermined by silence.

I'm not ready to get married, but I have a pretty great family and I'd like that too, someday.

Even in this day and age, if you're not married, there are people who are like, 'Awww! Don't worry, it'll happen for you someday.'

Nessa] didn't know how to disagree with a preacher, or if she was even allowed to, so she merely wrote, "Thank you, anyway, kind sir, but I am not going to marry you.

I'm getting married because it's time and I want to have a family." "No, that's why men get married. Women get married because they're in love.

Marriage is like calculus. Complicated and inexplicably remote. People think it's about loving one another and riding off into the sunset, but no one tells you the horse is lame or that it's an eclipse, and there won't be a sunset that day.

I'm not saying there aren't a few who marry the guy for his money. There are, but I believe there are more of us who marry because we grew up believing in the fairy tale, and no one ever told us it was a lie.

How did you tell a man that you'd grown up, that you'd learned true love wasn't a night of passionate sex under a sky lit up by fireworks, but an ordinary Sunday morning when your husband brought you a glass of water, two aspirins, and a heating pad for your cramps?

It's a promise ring," he said solemnly. "The lady at the store said it's what you give the girl you love. It means I want to marry you someday.

Marriages go through hard times. Sometimes you have to get in there and fight for your love. That's the only way for it to get better.

There was something she hadn't known when she went into marriage and became a mother that she knew now: it was only possible to live without love when you'd never known it.