Quotes About Marriage

There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company that a good marriage

Marriage...a book of which the first chapter is written in poetry and the remaining chapters written in prose.

You can fill that house to the rafters with all the baby girls you want, now that you're married to me. And I promise to be nothing but grateful.

Why doesn't it matter?" Clay shrugged. " 'Cuz we're getting married right now, whether you understood what I wanted or not.

Whattaya say, Cassie, will you marry me?

We don't need another way. Marrying me will solve everything." The man wasn't even scared, which proved Maizy had good control of herself. Surprising what a woman could do at the same time her heart was breaking.

You propose marriage with the same breath you tell me you're ashamed of me.

She sweetened her voice to molasses. "So no, thank you. I won't marry you. And I'd say you're well enough to tend your own house and feed yourself, even though that's women's work.

Marry her? Do I look crazy?" "There ain't enough 'ruin' in this world to make me marry him.

As the evening passed and their married life began, Rafe discovered that in the arms of

Renie was always engaged," said Judith dryly. "At one point, she was engaged to three guys at once, all with the same first name." Joe shrugged one broad shoulder. "Kept her from making tactless mistakes, anyway. Which one did she marry?" "None of them," answered Judith.

Since 1970, relationships can be more volatile, jobs more ephemeral, geographical mobility more intensified, stability of marriage weaker.

It's not an easy thing to tell the girl that you love more than life itself that you're going to marry someone else.

What's wrong with getting married again? I would marry you a hundred times over. She kissed me, berry juice still on her lips. Only a hundred? she asked. A thousand times.

Pauline frowned. "But you're not a soldier, Lia. You're his daughter. You had no choice, and that meant I had no choice. No one should be forced to marry someone they don't love." She lay back, gazing up at the stars and wrinkling her nose. "Especially not some old stuffy, puffy prince." We broke into giggles again, and more than the air I breathed, I was thankful for Pauline.

How did you do it, Mother?" I asked, still staring at the passing carriages below. "How did you travel all the way from Gastineux to marry a toad you didn't love?" "Your father is not a toad," my mother said sternly. I whirled to face her. "A king maybe, but a toad nonetheless. Do you mean to tell me that when you married a stranger twice your age, you didn't think him a toad?

Or what, Jase? What are you going to do? I am your brother!" My chest heaved. "And Kazi is my wife!

A thousand times over, Kazi,' I whispered. 'I would marry you more than a thousand times.

I wonder sometimes to see the trouble a man'll take before he gets a pair o' boots, to find out as they're a good fit and won't gall his foot when he comes to wear 'em; but t' same man'll go and get married as careless and off-hand like, as if there weren't the smallest chance of his wife's not suiting him.

A happy marriage has in it all the pleasures of friendship, all the enjoyments of sense and reason, and indeed, all the sweets of life.

The defendant. For three weeks, everyone in this courtroom had referred to her as "the defendant." Not Casey. Not her given name, Katherine Carter. Certainly not Mrs. Hunter Raleigh III, the name she would have taken by now if everything had been different. In this room, she'd been treated as a legal term, not as a real person, a person who had loved Hunter more deeply than she'd ever thought possible.

It had always been like this, even when she was a child. And now, fifty-five years old, happily married for thirty-two years, with one child, beautiful and gifted nineteen-year-old Susan, Rosemary could not be anything but a constant worrier, a living Cassandra. Something is going to go wrong.

My guard will run you through if he catches you looking at my face," said Arianna. "I don't think so. I think it might be treason to kill a duke," said Luciano. "But you're not a duke," said Arianna. "I will be if you marry me," said Luciano. "Yes, you would be," said Arianna. "Would?" "If you are asking me." "I'm asking." "And if I accepted." "Do you?" "I do. With all my heart.

Ik had beloofd dat ik met niemand anders zou trouwen dan met Filippo. Ik heb niet gezegd welke Filippo. - Beatrice