Quotes About Marriage

I give my blessing to a marriage between you and my daughter. Now, you will undoubtedly point out that you haven't asked for it, which will prompt me to ask why. Then you'll relate a few stories from your unsavory past and go through some tedious self-flagellation to make me aware of your unworthiness as a potential husband and father." The duke took a sip of coffee before adding, "I will not be impressed.

Before I make any decisions, I would like to talk with Harry." "Of course." A smile played on his lips. "He married my sister, now I want to marry his. If he objects, I'll tell him that it's a fair trade.

Tell me what was said," she prompted. "I informed Mr. Swift quite sternly that I will not allow anyone to make Daisy unhappy. And I demanded that he give me his word not to marry her." "Oh, thank God," Lillian said with a sigh of relief. "He refused." "He what?" Her mouth fell open in astonishment. "But no one refuses you." "Apparently Mr. Swift wasn't told about that," he said.

Daisy gave her a speaking glance, and her sister grinned. "Never fear," Lillian continued, "eventually we will succeed in infiltrating London society, and then we'll marry Lord Heavydebts and Lord Shallowpockets, and finally assume our places as ladies of the manor.

We try to conceal our defects and say the things we think the other one wants to hear. We pretend that we're always lovely and sweet-tempered and that we don't mind the other's nasty little habits. And then after the wedding, we lower the boom.

Marcus's fear that his wife might succumb to childbed fever receded day by day as Lillian returned to her old self, healthy and slender and vigorous. His relief was vast. He had never known such overwhelming love for one person, nor had he anticipated that Lillian would so quickly become his essential requirement for happiness. Anything that was in his power to do for Lillian would be done.

you don't believe in marriage ..." " I changed my mind. I figured out the flaw in my reasoning. I told you it was more romantic not to get married, because then you just stay with each other for the good times. But I was wrong. It only means something when you stay during the bad times. For better or worse.

You wouldn't have left had it been me on the foundry floor—" "I knew you were going to say that," he said in savage disgust. "Of course I wouldn't have left you. I'm the man. A man is supposed to protect his wife.

But you're not the marrying kind," she managed to say weakly. He touched her ear, his fingertip tracing the fragile outer curve. "I've discovered that I am when it comes to you.

Married life would be dull indeed without some friction; one can't light a match with it.

Es mi prometida ahora. Y la llevaré de vuelta cuando me plazca. —Entendido. —Los labios de Cam se retorcieron—. ¿Tienes intención de casarte con ella pronto, espero? —Pronto no —dijo Kev—. Inmediatamente.

There is nothing wrong with being an ordinary person, is there?" "No. But you're not ordinary- or you never would have come to me instead of marrying cousin Eustace." "I was desperate." "That wasn't the entire reason." His low voice sounded like a purr. "You also had a taste for the devil.

About what?" "Being led around by the nose by your wife." That drew a wry grin from Hunt, and he shook his head. "If my wife does lead me around, Westcliff, it's by an altogether different body part. And no, I have no regrets whatsoever.

The village of Gretna Green lay in the county of Dumfriesshire, just north of the border between England and Scotland. In defiance of the strict marriage laws of England, hundreds of couples had traveled the coaching road from London, through Carlisle, to Gretna Green. They came on foot, by carriage or horseback, seeking an asylum, where they could say their marriage vows and return to England as man and wife.

No, Redbird," her father had replied, his mouth twitching at the corners. "That's why I married your mother—she's kind enough for two people." "Mother," Gabriel had asked hopefully, "could you be kind enough for three people?

Swallowing back her bitterness, Amelia glanced up at her brother and managed a rueful smile. "Thank you, but at this advanced stage of life, I have no ambitions to marry." Leo surprised her by bending to brush a light kiss on her forehead. His voice was soft and kind. "Be that as it may, I think someday you'll meet a man worth giving up your independence for." He grinned before adding, "Despite your encroaching old age.

What is he doing here?" Zachary asked beneath his breath. Holly reached for his tense arm and held it lightly. "It's a very great favor," she whispered back. "By attending our wedding, Lord Blake is publicly showing his support of our marriage." "More likely taking his last opportunity to ogle you.

She tensed as she felt a gentle arm curve behind her shoulders. It was the duchess, her blue eyes radiant with kindness and a hint of concern, as if she understood how frightening it was to have made the most important decision of her life based on a few days' acquaintance. But there was no way this woman would understand what it was like to face the prospect of marrying a virtual stranger.

My husband is endlessly fascinated by machines," Mrs. Hunt said, laughing. "I believe they've eclipsed all his other interests." "Not all," Hunt said softly. Something about the way he glanced at his wife caused her cheeks to flush.

One glance was all it took to refute Gabriel's earlier speculation that Trenear had married her for financial gain. Or at least, she couldn't have been the only reason. She was a lovely woman, delicately feline, with tip-tilted brown eyes. The way her ruddy curls tried to spring free of their pins reminded him of his mother and older sister.

Besides, marrying you is the only way I can have Burton as my butler.

We're hideously rich, Annabelle—and I've got three older brothers, all unmarried. Would you possibly consider one of them? If you like, I'll have one shipped across the Atlantic for your inspection.

With all due respect," Christopher muttered, "this conversation is leading nowhere. At least one of you should point out that Beatrix deserves a better man." "That's what I said about my wife," Leo remarked. "Which is why I married her before she could find one.

Ultimately no particular woman had ever seemed all that different from the rest. Until those letters. The sentences had looped around him with a spirit so artless and adorable, he had loved it, loved her, immediately. His thumb moved over the parchment as if it were sensitive living skin. "Mark my words, Audrey- I'm going to marry the woman who wrote this letter.