Quotes About Marriage

The long view of the Census bureau allows some changes that are taken for granted to be studied in more detail. Everyone knows, for example, that people get married later than they used to.

Sometime in the not too distant future, denying gays the right to marry will be viewed as historically corrupt - as corrupt as denying slaves their freedom.

I suppose you'd have ten wives if you could." "I'd be sufficiently miserable with one. The other nine would be redundant.

Oh don't concern yourself about that," Cassandra said earnestly. "Pandora's not going to marry at all. And I certainly wouldn't want a man who would scorn me just because my sister was a strumpet." "I like that word," Pandora mused. "Strumpet. It sounds like a saucy musical instrument." "It would liven up an orchestra," Cassandra said. "Wouldn't you like to hear the Vivaldi Double Strumpet Concerto in C?

There hasn't been any other woman," Heath said against her mouth, making her tremble. "There couldn't be. I'm too obsessed with my own wife. There's only one thing you can give me that no one else can . . . and heaven and hell be damned, I'll get it from you no matter how long I have to wait, no matter how hard I have to ride you. No, I'm not talking solely about my husbandly rights, although that would be a good place to start.

The house is big and sturdy and charming. I know without being told that children have been born here and couples have married here, and families have argued and loved and laughed beneath the gabled roof. It's a place to feel safe in. A home.

I am cross with Christopher," Beatrix told Amelia in the afternoon, as they strolled arm in arm along the graveled paths behind Ramsay House. "And before I tell you about it, I want to make it clear that there is only one reasonable side of the issue. Mine." "Oh, bother," Amelia said sympathetically. "Husbands do make one cross at times. Tell me your side, and I will agree completely.

He winced suddenly, and moved to arrange her on his lap. "Don't put your knee there, darling, or your plans of consummating the marriage may be thrown very much into doubt.

No sugarcoating would be necessary," Matthew interrupted calmly. "Daisy…that is, Miss Bowman, is entirely—" Beautiful. Desirable. Bewitching. "—acceptable. Marrying a woman like Miss Bowman would be a reward in itself.

There's nothing convenient about joining your life to another person's. Marriage is a sack race: you may find a way to hop together toward the finish line, but you would still reach it more easily without the sack.

Somewhere out there, the perfect man you deserve is probably searching for you." Phoebe laughed against his mouth. "Let's hurry, then- we can be married before he gets here.

You saved him, Evie, on the night you offered to marry him. Which is evidence, I suppose, that moments of lunacy can occasionally lead to positive results.

But before he left, Matthew drew his wife aside and whispered, "Why do they have holes in their dresses?" "I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation," she whispered back, and pressed a fleeting kiss on his jaw.

Murmuring her name, he brought her hand to his face and nuzzled ardently into her palm, his lips brushing the warm circlet of her gold wedding band. "My love is upon you," he whispered... and she knew then that she had won. This imperfect, extraordinary, passionate man was hers, his heart given over completely to her safekeeping. It was a trust she would never betray.

Why isn't it enough that I'm willing to submit to you?' Poppy asked, her own temper flaring. 'Why must I be eager to lie with you, when you're not the husband I wanted?

With Lillian, ironically, the Bowmans had reached their highest pinnacle in having married her to Marcus, Lord Westcliff. No one could have believed that the reserved and powerful earl would have wed a headstrong girl like Lillian. But Westcliff had seen beneath Lillian's brash façade to the vulnerability and fiercely loving heart she tried so hard to concede.

Why offer to marry me when you might have me as your mistress?" He nuzzled her throat gently. "Because I realized during the past few days that I can't leave doubt in anyone's mind about to whom you belong. Especially not yours.

I'm used to wild creatures who don't like to be approached from behind." He shot her a baleful glance. "How fortunate that your experience with animals has turned out to be such good preparation for marriage to me.

If you marry me, you'll never be a lady of position." "There is no better position for me than being your wife." One of his big hands clasped over her skull, pressing her head against his shoulder. "I've always wanted more for you than this." "Liar," she whispered. "You always wanted me for yourself." Laughter stirred in his chest. "Yes," he admitted.

No young woman wants to get married after reading Tolstoy

Do you feel any attraction to Lord Lambert? Butterflies swirling inside?" "No, but... I do like his looks..." "It doesn't matter if he's handsome," her sister had said with authority. Cassandra had smiled wryly. "Pandora, it's not as if you married a bridge troll.

You're no longer a wallflower, nor a virgin, nor the helpless child who had to endure life with the Maybricks. You're a viscountess with a sizable fortune, and a scoundrel of a husband. Whose rules will you adhere to now?

I would never be so bourgeois as to sleep with my own husband.

Husband and wives are never completely honest with each other - no marriage could survive it.