Quotes About Marriage

Linking their names with Euler's infinity symbol means . . ." He paused, considering how best to explain it. "The two of them formed a complete unit . . . a togetherness . . . that contained infinity. Their marriage had a beginning and end, but every day of it was filled with forever. It's a beautiful concept." He paused before adding

Regarding her thoughtfully, St. Vincent leaned down to remove her shoes. "You'll be more comfortable without these," he said. "For God's sake, don't shy away. I'm not going to molest you in the carriage." Untying the laces, he continued in a silken tone, "And if I were so inclined it's of little consequence, since we're going to be married soon." He grinned as she jerked her stocking-clad foot away from him, and he reached for the other.

Tolstoy isn't the only reason I don't wish to marry," Pandora said. "Whatever your reasons, they are unsound. I will explain to you later why you do wish to marry. Furthermore, you are an unconventional girl, and you must learn to conceal it. There is no happiness for any individual, man or woman, who does not dwell within the broad zone of average.

Maybe when you're married, you'll have a better idea of what desperate lengths you'll go to...for your sake,I hope not.

Becoming aware of his wife's gaze, Westcliff's head turned. Some voiceless message was delivered between them … and he responded with a quick, almost indiscernible wink. A chuckle rustled in Lady Westcliff's throat. She turned to Amelia. "We'll have been married four years, come September," she said rather sheepishly. "I had supposed I would have stopped mooning over him by now, but I haven't.

I will never forget that you took away the man I loved and put yourself in his place. I'm not certain I can ever forgive you for that. The only thing I am absolutely certain of is that I will never love you. Do you still want to marry me?" "Yes," Harry said without hesitation. "I've never wanted to be loved. And God knows no one's done it yet.

Maybe he should marry. At the age of thirty-one, it was high time to take a wife and sire children. There were dozens of eligible young women here, all blue-blooded and well-bred. Marrying one of them would help to advance him socially. He considered the Ravenel sisters. The oldest, Helen, had married Rhys Winterborne, and Lady Pandora had married Lord St. Vincent this morning. But there was one sister left . . . Pandora's twin, Cassandra.

Evie, the most gentlest and most soft-spoken of them all, had been the one least likely to capture the heart of the notorious Lord St. Vincent, who had been the definitive rake. Although Evie, with her round blue eyes and blazing red hair, possessed a rare and unconventional beauty, she was unbearably shy. And there was the stammer. But Evie also had a reserve of quiet strength and a gallant spirit that seemed to have seduced her husband utterly.

Listen, my little watering pot, it was in my cousin's nature to do something rash at any given moment. It always would have been. The reckless streak in the Ravenel family has persevered for centuries. Theo could have married a saint, and he would have lost his temper regardless." "I'm certainly not a saint," she said woefully, ducking her head. Amusement rustled through his voice. "I knew that within the first minute of meeting you.

Your father and I haven't had this much quality time since our honeymoon." "So what?" "So, what if we can't stand each other?

Luna nodded at Greg, who returned the look with an embarrassed smile. Greg always seemed confused by his wife's behavior, as if she were an alien with entirely different customs from his.

When did things go wrong?" "Your question is based on a faulty premise. Who says there was something wrong with the marriage?

I'm not eager to jump into marriage again. I'm in the corner right now, wearing my dunce cap. That area is obviously a nightmare.

The fear of displeasing God and failing our religious responsibilities is so great that it pushes most members to do anything for the priesthood. For many women, this means they must sacrifice their own desires, needs, and feelings to conform to those of their husband and their religious beliefs.

Any man who isn't married by thirty-five is either gay or he's got skeletons in his closet.

I don't know. What if I don't want to and you do?" " I just want you and us, baby. And when the time is right, and this hospital room isn't that time, I'll ask you to marry me properly and then take you pyramid hunting all over the world. You and me, baby. That's what I want.

Husband," she said and her lips curved, before she grinned. "Since we can't wear wedding rings and still shift, do I get my fur lined cuffs instead?

Tabby didn't mince words when she gave a pointed warning to his fans in the pages of Castle Rock two months after Misery was published: "In some very real way, you, the readers, know this man very well. I would like to suggest that you do not know him at all. In seventeen years of marriage, I am still discovering things I did not know about Steve, and I hope he's still discovering the unknown in me.

I don't need my head examined, but where were you when I married my second husband. Sheesh.

It mattered not where they were married. It only mattered that they were together, and never parted again.

Off course, if Steven had a wife in the attic, like Mr. Rochester in Jane Eyre, that, I thought, would be another matter entirely. But the very idea made me laugh. His building had no attic, and his one small closet couldn't even hold a skeleton. It was too packed with clothes, his and mine.

he must cherish his wife and strive to make her happy, just as she so strives for him.

setting out together in a marriage is a lot like setting out on the river. Some parts will be rough; some will be smooth. You can't see from the start where it's gonna travel and where it's gonna end up. Sometimes it'll turn a sharp corner; sometimes it'll drift along awhile. Thing is, no matter what the river does, both parties gotta paddle equally, see?

And if you're sure you're marrying the right person, what does it matter where or when it happens?