Quotes About Marriage

I think a lot of us are a lot more cautious with marriage because of what we saw happening with our parents. I see a lot more healthy marriages in my generation than they probably saw in theirs.

My generation of women was the last for whom marriage and a family were the goal.

Eat, drink and remarry is my motto.

I decided after my last divorce to marry myself.

Every marriage is a mystery to me, even the one I'm in. So I'm no expert on it.

It is a myth that married women do not get work. Those days are gone now. So, if you think I hid my marriage for that reason, it's not true.

There are black marriages that are still going strong 40 years later. You hear so many myths that there aren't any people making it, but there are. As long as there are some, there's hope.

I just thought you only need to like a person to marry him, which's quite naive.

In marriage, it's always that give and take and rebalancing that we have to do in how we can help each other. But, I have been known at times by my sons, that is the name that they call me-the Mitt stabilizer.

I went to Brooklyn College and met this beautiful Jewish girl named Merle, with dark hair, exotic looking and brilliant. So we got married and had three children.

A marriage without conflicts is almost as inconceivable as a nation without crises.

Our Nation must defend the sanctity of marriage.

She snapped out, Why is it that if there are many children, the man is potent, but if the marriage is childless, the woman is infertile?

He could plan an attack, prolong a siege; those abilities could be trained to deal with the female mind. She considered him her passionate lover. She consented to marry him as the protector of her lands. Yet there had to be a stratagem that directed Saura's thoughts away from the practicalities of body and property and toward this melding of minds that William labeled love.

she saw her husband for the first time: she had married a child whose only talent was an air of engaging helplessness by which he got the protection of certain goodhearted people—

How many women are there ... who because of their husbands' harshness spend their weary lives in the bond of marriage in greater suffering than if they were slaves among the Saracens?

I absolutely love you, Briony, and I am on my knees. So we're getting married - right? But say it fast before we get shot. Only Jack would ask - if you could call it asking - in the middle of a battlefield, with a man lying dead at his feet.

Sebastian it is. You can tell me what a patron saint is later, since I have no knowledge of such things. Sebastian Kane. Sebastian Kane Cannon. You're going to marry me and use my last name, right? Is that supposed to be a proposal?

As a child he had grown up without a mother or even a grandmother. He had never really explored emotional relationships or marriage. He'd never been given advice on the matter. The closest he'd really come to seeing a relationship was watching Ryland Miller pursue Lily. The man had lost his mind. Nicholas had a feeling he'd joined the ranks of en losing their mind over women.

Today's my wedding day, Mom, he said softly aloud. I'm marrying the woman I always told you I would someday.

Marry me, be my wife. Be my partner. Take the risk with me. I need you in a way I've never needed anything or anyone. He was giving himself up to her. He'd never felt more vulnerable. Never felt more terrified. Every fucking word I said to you is the truth.

Mikhail, are you asking me to marry you?" "I am not really certain I know how it is done. Should I be on my knee?" He was grinning openly at her. "You're proposing to me with a carload of assassins approaching?

Perhaps it is as simple as Hannah's sister is marrying one of the few men in the world I call friend. His gaze strayed to where Joley stood rigid against the wall. Or perhaps I wanted to see, one more time, whether the reason I can no longer sleep at night is worth it.

She was everything. His air. His breath. His heart. Mikhail's mouth found hers in long, drugging kisses, moved to her throat, her breast, found his mark. One taste. Only one. Raven moved in his arms, turned her head to give him better access, her hands entwined in his hair. "I'd better marry you, Mikhail. You need me desperately.