Quotes About Marriage

Choose your life's mate carefully. From this one decision will come 90 percent of all your happiness or misery.

Marry the right person. This one decision will determine 90% of your happiness or misery.

If women believed in their husbands they would be a good deal happier and also a good deal more foolish.

a realisation of my blessings began to return when I slid into bed and Helen, instead of shrinking away from me as it would have been natural to do, deliberately draped her feet and legs over the human ice block that was her husband. The bliss was unbelievable. It was worth getting out just to come back to this.

You can leave a wife, but you can't leave an exwife.

Quite a character, the old boy, isn't he? All that fuss about mixing the tea—a typical bachelor, if ever there was one. Which was oddly incorrect; because Chips was not a bachelor at all. He had married, though it was so long ago that none of the staff at Brookfield could remember his wife.

The thing about marriage is, you end up marrying the one you don't understand. Then you spend the rest of your life trying to.

Sometimes I just want to paint the words You're right dear. across my forehead to save Wife the time of saying I told you so...

People ask me what I'm doing tomorrow. I'm married. Please ask my wife what I want to do tomorrow.

Somedays I think!!! "I married a damned cereal killer.

To my dear wife....I know living with me was never easy, I know I was a ass and sometimes grouchy, and hard to live with, but you did. I've always loved you even though I never showed it. So if I don't get a chance to tell you. know I Love You

Marriage." is risky but not nearly as dangerous as giving up on love and belonging.

Did you ever hear the one about how every living woman dies three times? Once when she is seduced of her virginity, once when she is seduced of her freedom (I believe they call it marriage), and once when she is seduced of her husband.

An exquisite dulcet epithalame of most mollificative suadency for juveniles amatory whom the odoriferous flambeaus of the paranymphs have escorted to the quadrupedal proscenium of connubial communion.

Puck Mulligan footed featly, trilling: I HARDLY HEAR THE PURLIEU CRY OR A TOMMY TALK AS I PASS ONE BY BEFORE MY THOUGHTS BEGIN TO RUN ON F. M'CURDY ATKINSON, THE SAME THAT HAD THE WOODEN LEG AND THAT FILIBUSTERING FILIBEG THAT NEVER DARED TO SLAKE HIS DROUTH, MAGEE THAT HAD THE CHINLESS MOUTH. BEING AFRAID TO MARRY ON EARTH THEY MASTURBATED FOR ALL THEY WERE WORTH. Jest on. Know thyself.

He had felt proud and happy then, happy that she was his, proud of her grace and wifely carriage.

and, as a matter of fict, by my halfwife, (...)

His wife was a little sharp-faced woman who bullied her husband when he was sober and was bullied by him when he was drunk.

And we all like a marriedann because she is mercenary. Though the length of the land lies under liquidation. … Then as she is on her behaviorite job of quaintance bandyfruting for firstlings and taking her tithe… in swishwish satins and taffetafe tights…

YesIsaidyesyesyesyesyes...YesIsaidyes! andagainyesyesyes -- Molly Bloom

but ask yourself, have you ever known anyone whose marriage was saved by a marriage counselor, whose drinking was cured by a psychiatrist, whose son was kept out of reform school by a social worker? In a badass, beer-glass brawl, would you rather have an academic liberal covering your back or a hobnailed redneck?

At that moment I realized the error of my thinking about Bootsie. The problem wasn't in her disease, it was in mine. I wanted a lock on the future; I wanted our marriage to be above the governance of mortality and chance; and, most important, in my nightly sleeplessness over her health, and the black fatigue that I would drag behind me into the day like a rattling junkyard, I hadn't bothered to be grateful for the things I had.

her mouth and the earnestness in her expression were of a kind that made both the celibate and the happily married question the wisdom of their vows.

But the succubus I had tried to exorcise by marrying a woman of peace still held title to my soul. I saw the room distort and the faces of the people around me turn into Grecian masks, and I heard a sound in my ears like the steel tracks of armored vehicles wending their way across an unforgiving land. I heard people screaming and I did not know if their voices were from my sleep or if my own deeds had transformed me into an object of horror and pity in the eyes of my fellow man.