Quotes About Marriage

So you've not only somehow married Fraser's wife, but you've accidentally been raising his illegitimate son for the last fifteen years?

And I don't recommend murder as a way of settling difficult situations. It tends to lead to complications—but not nearly as many as marriage.

He wanted to ask whether she were insane, but he had been married long enough to know the price of injudicious rhetorical questions.

My marriage to Jamie had been for me like the turning of a great key, each small turn setting in the intricate fall of tumblers within me. Bree had been able to turn that key as well, edging closer to the unlocking of the door of myself. But the final turn of the lock was frozen--until I had walked into the print shop in Edinburgh, and the mechanism had sprung free with a final, decisive click.

I chose my way when I wed ye, though I kent it not at the time. But I chose, and cannot now turn back, even if I would.' 'Would you?' I looked into his eyes as I asked, and read the answer there. He shook his head. 'Would you? For you have chosen, as much as I.

In defense of King, country, and family, he would unhesitatingly have sacrificed his virtue to Nessie, had that been required. If it was a question of Olivia marrying a man with syphilis and half the British army being exterminated in battle, versus himself experiencing a personal interview with Richard Caswell, though, he rather thought Olivia and the King had best look to their own devices.

He tolk both my hands in his, then, and kissed them - the left which still bore the gold ring of my marriage to Frank, and then the right, with his own silver ring.. Da mi basia mille, he whispered, smiling. Give me a thousand kisses. It was the inscription inside my ring, a brief quotation from a love song by Catullus. I bent and gave him one back. Dein mille altera, I said. Then a thousand more.

When you kissed me like that well maybe you weren't so sorry to be marrying me after all.

For a moment, I saw him as he had looked the morning I married him. Duine uasal was what he looked, a man of worth. But the bold face above the lace was the same, older now, but wiser with it—yet the tilt of his shining head and the set of the wide, firm mouth, the slanted clear cat-eyes that looked into my own, were just the same. Here was a man who had always known his worth.

We will marry each other.

Did that mean she had not cared deeply for any of her husbands? I wondered. Or only that she was a woman of great strength, capable of overcoming grief, not once, but over and over again?

Never," he said, more softly. "For you are mine. My wife, my heart, my soul.

Twenty-four years ago today, I married ye, Sassenach," he said softly. "I hope ye willna have cause yet to regret it.

Would it be better if I'd had daughters?" she asked the mirror, in apparent earnestness. "No," she answered herself. "They'd only marry men, and there you are.

Well, a marriage between Friends is Ã¢â'¬Â¦ between the Friends marrying. No clergyman, I mean, and no specific prayer or service. The two Friends marry each other, rather than it being considered a sacrament administered by a priest or the like. But it does need to be done before witnesses—other Friends, you know

I married a lady and she became a whore. I cannot complain if it should be the other way about this time." "You think I'm a whore, do you?" She wasn't sure whether to be amused or insulted. Perhaps both. "Do you normally sleep with your victims, madam?" "I wasn't asleep, Your Grace, and if you had been, I think I would have noticed. (A Fugitive Green)

Next time I marry someone, I'll pick a lass who wakes up cheerful in the morning

While Fergus was possessed of dark good looks and a dashing manner that might well win a young girl's heart, he lacked a few of the things that might appeal somewhat more to conservative Scottish parents, such as property, income, a left hand, and a last name.

And here I thought I married you because ye had a fair face and a fine fat arse. To think you've a brain as well!

I had seen even well-established marriages shatter under the strain of smaller things. And those that did not shatter, but were crippled by mistrust

Only two names?" Minnie said, surprised. "No titles?" "No," he said. "It's not the Duke of Pardloe or even the Earl of Melton you're marrying. Just me. Sorry to disappoint you, if that's what you thought." (A Fugitive Green)

Jamie reached across and took my right hand in his, his fingers linking with mine, and the silver of my ring shone red in the glow of the flames. I looked up into his face and saw the promise spoken in his eyes, as it was in mine. "As long as we both shall live.

You do not think I would take ye without offering you marriage!

Aye, I see. Aye well, I suppose if I shall be in Scotland, and still married to you—then maybe 'when' doesna matter so much.