Quotes About Marriage

Political correctness in its most literal sense set in early among the Ottomans: their chroniclers mention neither Orhan's alliance with the Christian Byzantine emperor John VI, nor his marriage to Princess Theodora.

In terms of my marriage, you know, falling in love with my husband was by far the best thing that's ever happened to me.

Some people on this earth receive love, get married, and honeymoon in Cabo. Others do not. Some people read alone on the sofa and some people read together, in bed. That's life.

And what did you say?" "I said I think that all children do better with happy parents than married parents.

Everyone knows that the people in the marriage are the ones responsible for the marriage, everyone except married people...

But isn't it why you get married in the first place? So that someone can row the boat when you're tired.

He said that he would sooner kill himself than leave his children." "And what did you say?" "I said I think that all children do better with happy parents than married parents. I said there's no stigma about divorce anymore.

I pity the man she marries.

I don't believe he's the marrying sort. He'll be one of those men who grows into an old roué, leering at the maids and avoided by decent women." "Well, that will likely make some indecent woman very happy." Joan

Frederick left the young couple gazing into each other's eyes. Revolting, the way otherwise sensible people could carry on, he decided. Something to do with being married, no doubt. Perhaps it damaged the brain.

A message that points to the marriage altar as the starting gate of God's calling for women leaves us with nothing to tell them except that God's purpose for them is not here and now, but somewhere down the road.

Therefore a man leaves his father and his mother and clings to his wife, and they become one flesh' (Genesis 2:24 NRSV). This radically upside-down statement would have shocked the original readers of Genesis and should shock us too. I don't know of any culture where men are depicted as clinging to their wives. Certainly within a patriarchal world, this is getting things backwards. There the wife leaves her parents and is absorbed into her husband's family.

The ezer is a warrior, and this has far-reaching implications for women, not only in marriage, but in every relationship, season, and walk of life.

Focus on the wife as her husband's helper has led to the belief that God gave primary roles and responsibilities to men, and secondary, supporting roles to women. It has led to practices that communicate that women are second class citizens at home and in the church. None of this is true. There is nothing second class about God's vision for his daughters, and the ezer holds the clues.

The married are those who have taken the terrible risk of intimacy and, having taken it, know life without intimacy to be impossible.

All good marriages are remarriages.

Ours is a long marriage, and we have found solitude together. [p. 23]

One of her arms was around his waist as her eyes fluttered open. He found himself lost in limpid blue green. She wasn't his. Not legally. He could as yet lay no claim to her heart. He wanted the ceremony that would make her indisputably his. He wanted Sophie to be the mother of his children. He wanted Sophie. He wouldn't ever be whole without her. If he rushed her, he stood to lose everything.

He'd seen that absent look from her dozens of times in London. She thought herself invisible, and was not. Not to him. This was the second time he'd mentioned marriage to her. The second time she heard nothing but his words.

She bent her head over the flowers. He knew she was not beautiful. He knew she did not see herself as the object of a man's lust. He knew if he told her he found her desirable, she'd not understand his meaning. She'd think he meant something other than marriage. In that, she would be right, but a man could want both things from the same woman.

You know how I feel about love. It was invented to sell wedding cakes. And vacations to Waikiki.

I remember my wife in white.' It just made people weep to hear it...Everybody just thought it was the saddest sentence that was ever written. And it didn't matter if I never wrote another word. This one sentence had put an end to the need for any future sentences. I had said it all.

Well, naturally, my father flew to Elizabeth's side, gradually making his way slowly to her front. He first dried her eyes with his handkerchief, then he consoled her with flowers, and he ultimately consoled her with his penis. Now this made marriage to my mother awkward, so he was gone within the week.

Samuel Johnson once said that remarrying (and he's not talking about marrying the same person here, just remarrying) is the "triumph of hope over experience." So for me, remarrying the same person is the triumph of nostalgia over judgment.