Quotes About Marriage

The one charm about marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.

In married life three is company and two none.

I asked myself whether marriage with Albertine would not spoil my life, as well by making me assume the burden, too heavy for my shoulders, of consecrating myself to another person, as by forcing me to live in absence from myself because of her continual presence and depriving me, forever, of the delights of solitude.

Relations which are not sanctioned by the law establish bonds of kinship as manifold, as complex, and even more solid, than those which spring from marriage.

she was also an extremely poor one, and, as he himself had lost his fortune, they went scarcely anywhere, and were the sort of people who were apt to be overlooked except on great occasions, when they had the good fortune to bury or marry a relative.

if, when Odette wished to go for a walk, in the morning, along the Avenue du Bois-de-Boulogne, his duty as a good husband had obliged him, though he had no desire to go out, to accompany her, carrying her cloak when she was too warm; and in the evening, after dinner, if she wished to stay at home, and not to dress, if he had been forced to stay beside her, to do what she asked;

As it had been with Dreyfusism, so it was with the marriage of Saint-Loup and Odette's daughter, a marriage people protested against at first. Now that people met everyone they knew at the Saint-Loups', Gilberte might have had the morals of Odette herself, people would have gone there just the same and would have agreed with Gilberte in condemning undigested moral novelties like a dowager-duchess.

the knowledge that the hour was approaching when her husband ought to arrive without knowing whether or not he would send one of those telegrams of which the model had been wittily invented by M. de Guermantes: "Impossible to come, lie follows," paled her cheeks and ringed her eyes.

Of course, there are things that are indifferent to human opinion – gravity, the moondriven motion of the tides, the boiling point of water. But the finer details of reality – the state of a marriage, artistic merit, a person's true nature – have something delicate and consensual about them.

The love in a marriage turns like the lamp in a lighthouse, leaving you in darkness for long stretches, but it always comes back. I believe that but I can't tell whether it is a thought or a quotation.

Por que sera que las palabras son para los amantes y los silencios para los esposos?

Husbands, in general, tend to complain a lot

Sucede que a veces en el matrimonio las palabras se gastan, que a fuerza de repetirlas van vaciándose lentamente, perdiendo su sentido. No hay caso en volver a emplearlas, el significado de ellas ya no dice lo que semánticamente debiera decir. La pareja puede ser una instancia involuntaria de pérdida de lenguaje.

Never again will I be a receptacle for my husband's trash. Another human being, because he lives with you, because he entered a certain alliance called marriage, believes he can use you as a place to put his scraps, be they his rages, his failures, his frustrations, his fears, his insecurities.

Parenthood: That state of being better chaperoned than you were before marriage.

Congress also kicked around a constitutional amendment in 2004, the Marriage Protection Amendment (MPA) (formerly known as the Federal Marriage Amendment), which would have banned all gay marriages in the United States.18 It is a classic example of elected representatives using religion and religion only to justify a law. Representative

Not cohabitation but consensus constitutes marriage.

Bessie- A man picking out a wife is like asking a cow to pick out a farmer.

And the King smiled down upon his little dark wife who could so wholeheartedly admire another woman.

Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.

At which the Emperor rejoycing, made her his Wife, and gave her an absolute power to rule and govern all that World as she pleased.

I mean, he told me that the shittiness of Warren having another girlfriend paled in comparison to the epic shittiness of your shitty husband

He wants only the simple things: a chair, someone to pull off his shoes, someone to watch him while he talks, with admiration and fear, gratitude if possible, someone in whom to plunge himself for rest and renewal. These things can best be had by marrying a woman who has been condemned to death by other men for wishing to be beautiful. There is a wide choice.

She must transform his hands so they will be willing to twist the rope around throats that have been singled out as hers was, throats other than hers. She must marry the hangman or no one, but that is not so bad. Who else is there to marry?