Quotes About Marriage

I want you to be happy, and him to be happy. And yet when you walk that aisle to meet him and join yourselves forever you will walk an invisible path of the shards of my heart Tessa. I would give over my own life for either of yours.

Perhaps he's in love with Agatha," she said. "I hope not. I intend to marry Agatha myself. She may be a thousand years old, but she makes an incomparable jam tart. Beauty fades, but cooking is eternal.

Father nevver once looked at any woman the way he looked at Mother, with joy and thanksgiving, as if she was a living wish, granted past all hope.

The figure in the doorway ducked; the brick hit the wall, and Luke straightened up and looked at her curiously. I hope when we're married, that's not the way you greet me every day when I come home, he said.

oh, dear," said Tessa. "I have that effect on women," Will said. "I probably should have warned you before you agreed to marry me." "I can still change my mind," Tessa said sweetly. "Don't you dare -," He began with a breathless half laugh, [...]

With a sigh she reached into her pocket and drew out a small velvet bag, which upended on the table. Two gold rings fell out, landing with a soft clink. Simon looked at them puzzled. "You want to get married?

If the marriage were valid, she'd be your sister-in-law.

Henry," said Charlotte, who seemed to have recovered from her shock, "if you set yourself on fire deliberately, I will institute divorce proceedings. Now sit down and eat your supper. And say hello to our guest.

We were once getting married. And I have loved you all this time- a century and a half. -Jem

I plant daffodil bulbs about eight inches deep. As I mentioned before, I don't use a ruler. As a married woman, I know perfectly well what six or eight inches looks like, so it's easy to make a good estimate. This mental measurement makes planting time much more interesting than it might be otherwise.

Success is hard in general for most women. We now have such busy lives, and we're told we can do everything - you know, we can have the relationship and the marriage and the kids and the career.

Honestly, if I weren't married to Joseph Strickland, I would most definitely be married to Jesse L. Martin.

Imagine if you and Logan got married? Tuck and Logan are like brothers to each other. We'd be almost like sisters-in-law." Emma laughed at Becca's crazy logic. "Uh, we're already sisters, but yeah, it would be cool.

Marriage is a risk I think it's a great and glorious risk, as long as you embark on the adventure in the same spirit.

Marriage is not essential to the contentment, the dignity, or the happiness of woman.

You aren't going to get her? She's your wife. Her place is beside you." "A man cannot own a woman, cousin. He can only…" Hunter's words trailed off. A picture of Loretta's face flashed in his mind. "He can only love her.

You are my woman!" He swept his hand toward the door. "I have spoken it before my people. You must walk always in my footsteps. That is the way of it. A woman does not leave her husband. It is forbidden." Loretta lifted her chin. "According to your ways!" "My ways are your ways. My people are your people. I am your husband!

You are the wife I want. One wife, for always.

One disastrous marriage in this family is aplenty.

I'm not leavin' until I see my ma. It's not me Hunter's after!" "He'll snatch you back all the same! He has crazy ideas about family when he marries up with a body.

I won't marry you!" she cried frantically. He threw her a look charged with martial arrogance. "You will be my wife, little one. My way or yours, in the end, it will be so.

I'm in no need of matrimony, Father. I still have my honor." Hunter jerked her to his side and, in an ominously even voice, said, "Your honor will soon go the way of the wind, Blue Eyes. You made a God promise. You are my woman! Now I say you will be my wife!

When everyone had been dispatched, he turned to Loretta, one dark eyebrow cocked, his indigo eyes twinkling with laughter. "One wife and only one wife, forever with no horizon?" Loretta's gaze chased off, and her cheeks went scarlet. Clasping her hands behind her, she rocked back on her heels, then forward onto her toes, pursing her lips. "I told you, Hunter, I refuse to play second fiddle.

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