Quotes About Marriage

His voice, she realised, didn't sound like she remembered. It sounded emptier. A bit colder. Maybe it was tiredness. Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was beer. Maybe it was marriage.

Losing him would, she realised, be unlike anything she had ever experienced before. A marriage is a conspiracy, a shared aspect toward the rest of the society, a code devised over a long history of negotiation and habit. That code would vanish. Her thoughts would be unobserved, her memories would be hers alone, without the heft that comes from sharing them with another. She would become insubstantial to herself.

Marriage is not an invention of men, but a divine institution, and

So much of marriage is spent only half paying attention to each other. Talking while driving. Talking while watching Netflix. Talking while staring at a toddler, or scanning utility bills or catalogs from the mail or Evites for some distant weekend.

Married silence is a specific kind of silence, typically one in which the woman goes mute while the man pretends as if it's perfectly normal that she hasn't spoken in hours.

She technically apologized yesterday, but it was one of those married-people apologies, more of a tactical move than anything else, a way of moving on with things.

223 Your wives are your fields. Go, then, into your fields as you will. Send ahead [some good] for yourselves, and fear God, and know that you shall meet Him.' Give good tidings to the believers.

No one knew me until I met my wife Lulu. Lulu's mother used to ask, Which one is Maurice? For six months she thought Lulu was dating Barry.

It was one thing to invite a married man into your bed – and quite another to invite him to help you with the gardening.

It's about this girl who was married three times and was still a virgin. Know how she managed that? First she married a midget, see, and he was too small. Next she married a preacher, and he was too religious. Then she married a small-town cop, and he couldn't find it.

I could no more marry a man about whom I could not make a fool of myself than I could marry one who made a fool of himself about me. Else had I long ceased to be a spinster.

Either marriage is a destiny, I believe, or there is no sense in it at all, it's a piece of humbug.

For a girl, the wedding is when you're married. For a guy, it's when you get engaged. It takes a real aggressive human being to back out between the ring and the wedding.

I never knew what real happiness was until I got married. And by then it was too late.

I had a happy marriage and a nice wife. I accomplished everything you can. What more can you want?

Now nothing but spirit rules in the world. A countless multitude of concepts buzz about in people's heads, and what are those who strive to get further doing ? They negate these concepts to put new ones in their place! They say: "You're making a false concept of right, of the state, of the human being, of freedom, of the truth, of marriage, etc.; the concept of right, etc., is rather the one which we now establish." So the conceptual confusion moves forward.

One has to be able to count if only so that at fifty one doesn't marry a girl of twenty.

First love is first love, first marriage is first marriage, disappointment is disappointment.

The discovery of the real self can rescue a crumbling marriage, recreate a faltering career, and transform victims of "personality failure." On another plane, discovering your real self means the difference between freedom and the compulsions of conformity.

If we are not married by within three months time, we shall be the first batch of spinsters in the history of the school," Olivia said in a small voice. "No one has ever ended their fourth season unwed. Except for us." (...)"In the one-hundred-year history of the school, it was bound to happen," Prudence said. "Mathematically speaking.

I'm thinking," he said. To bed or not to bed his wife? That was the question.

marido? —Soy viuda. —Será de un fantasma encarnado, porque los otros días yo vi a Peyo caminando por la Plaza —interrumpió otra de las comadronas que esperaban en la oficina. —Para lo que sirve, mejor darlo por muerto —respondió la comadrona que entrevistaba. Rieron ambas.

Slušaj - kažem joj - govorim ozbiljno: Hajde da se vjen?amo. Ne?eš mnogo dobiti. Šašav sam, nesre?an, ?esto neprijatan, u životu sigurno ne?u daleko dotjerati, ali ?u te voljeti! Ako ti je to dovoljno, pristani.

Every summer needs a theme, and I guess Love and Marriage was marginally better than Death and Despair.