Quotes About Marriage

Prince Oak, heir to Elfhame. Son of the traitorous Grand General and brother to the mortal High Queen. Oak, to whom I was once promised in marriage. Who had once been my friend, although he doesn't seem to remember it.

My palm is smeared with gold. When I look at him, I see the remaining powder has been smudged over his cheekbones by the strike of my hand. I cant stop staring at it, cant stop thinking about the way he looked at me when he caught my fingers. That´s the only excuse I have for not noticing that hes led me back to his rooms, which are, I suppose, also mine since we´re married. Page 163

that's my wife!

She was teetering on the cusp of adulthood. Three-quarters child, one-quarter yearning. Her dreams were confused kaleidoscopes of swanning through the sets of TV shows, drinking cocktails that looked like vodka martinis and tasted like Sprite, wearing lipstick and pumps covered in red craft glitter, and marrying someone who was half pop star and half stuffed animal.

Well, wife,' he says to me, a chill in his voice. 'It seems you have kept at least one secret from your dowry.

It feels a bit like expecting a proposal of marriage, only to get offered the role of mistress.

Mom and Zacharov?" I shrug. "I know. It's weird, right? I'm trying really hard not to think about it." "You mean about the part that if Zacharov and Mom got married, that would make you and Lila brother and sister?

Most of their mother's visits to psychics had been about relationships. The Hall women fell in love like they were falling off a cliff. They were terrible at picking men, as though there were some kind of ancestral curse that started with Nana's marriage to a guy so awful that she was still in prison for shooting him in the back of the head while he was in his BarcaLounger, watching TV.

Better to take consorts,' Locke says. 'Lots and lots of consorts.' 'Spoken like a man about to enter wedlock,' Cardan reminds him.

Once you're wed, if you want to take other lovers, she better be with you when you do it and she better be into it. If it's not fun for everyone, it's not happening.

There are two ways for mortals to become permanent subjects of the Court: marrying into it or honing some great skill—in metallurgy or lute playing or whatever. Not interested in the first, I have to hope I can be talented enough for the second.

Maura, you are a goddess. I will carve your likeness in mashed potatoes so all can worship you like I do. When you leave Philip, will you marry me?

Fishies. Fishies. Putting on their feet. Marry a fish and life will be sweet. Fry her in a pan and pick out her bones. Fishy blood is cold 'top a throne.

Marry me,' he says. 'Become the Queen of Elfhame.

How many can honestly say that they never fell in love with someone else along the way, someone they didn't pursue because they'd made a vow to stay with their spouse? How many would say they regretted that choice?

Maybe I was unhappy for a lot of my marriage but didnt' realize it...She who is busy has no time to realize unhappiness. Now I have to wonder: why was I so busy in the first place? To fill a void I suspected was there but was afraid to acknowledge?

She understood now that knowing when to walk away and when to hunker down and refuse to leave were equally difficult decisions to make in a marriage; that going back didn't have to mean settling; and that the most fulfilling times weren't always before a storm, but sometimes long after the dust had settled, when you were able to lift your chin and see what was left standing so you could wrap yourself around it with all of the wonder it deserved.

Nobody outside a marriage can really know what's happening on the inside of it.

Therefore don't you be gentle to your wife either. Don't tell her everything you know, but tell her one thing and keep another thing hidden.

May the gods grant you all things which your heart desires, and may they give you a husband and a home and gracious concord, for there is nothing greater and better than this -when a husband and wife keep a household in oneness of mind, a great woe to their enemies and joy to their friends, and win high renown.

The man as he converses is the lover; silent, he is the husband.

Like many widows, she came to the unwise decision of remarrying.

A husband who submits to his wifes yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A womans influence ought to be entirely concealed.

Marriage must ceaselessly combat a monster that devours everything: habit.