Quotes About Marriage

To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up. But

And so it was that every few weeks, on a Saturday morning, I went home to Njoro to be a wife. D

While we watched, he dragged over a chair and climbed on top of it to pound a small copper peg into the upper-right-hand corner of the door with the mallet, hammering away. "Every time my wife has an indiscretion I'm going to add a nail," he said to the door. I couldn't see his expression and couldn't bear to look at Cockie or Ben. "It might be the only way we'll be able to keep track.

When she left him, she swore she would "never try it again," meaning marriage. But I don't think she knew how to be fully herself when she was with a man or could feel anything but baffled by the competing demands of career and domesticity. Her struggles are poignant and real to me, and all too familiar

He was afraid of marriage and he was afraid of being alone, too.

I didn't feel old enough to be anyone's wife, or that I knew enough or had lived enough, or understood the essential things. I didn't know how to say any of this to Jock, either. That I was afraid of the promises we'd made. That late at night as I lay beside him in bed I felt lonely and numb, as if some part of me had died.

We were newlyweds, after all—but when evening came things fell apart. We'd been married for several weeks now, and I could count on one hand the number of times we'd actually had sex.

Not everyone believed in marriage then. To marry was to say you believed in the future and in the past, too—that history and tradition and hope could stay knit together to hold you up.

Before the nausea set in, we had managed to make love on my narrow bunk, but the whole thing was such a tangle of elbows and knees and bumping chins, I barely knew the thing was happening before it was over. Afterwards, he kissed my cheek and said, "That was lovely, sweetheart." Then he crawled out of my bunk and into his, while I was left feeling just as lost and confused as I had been on our wedding night. Jock

But some of us, a very few in the end, bet on marriage against the odds. And though I didn't feel holy, exactly, I did feel that what we had was rare and true—and that we were safe in the marriage we had built and were building every day. This

The Philadelphia Story, but

I found myself feeling differently about marriage, and about the damage lovers could do to one another, irreparable damage sometimes, and almost without thinking.

At first she thought him nothing more than a careless rogue, taking her as a wife just to have her in his bed. But she

Good girls are the ones who are most hunted, married, and shut away in their homes like treasure. They live in a box, without light or air, between love and submission. Bad girls are rejected and left free. They fly anywhere they feel like going, like butterflies. They lend nature the color of their wings and breathe the fresh air of the fields, between love and freedom.

Submission is the price you pay for being a married woman!

A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her bills. A woman who loves her lover gives alms to the poor.

Shura...are you...in love with me?" "Turn to me," Alexander said. She turned. "Tatia, I worship you. I'm crazy in love with you. I want you to marry me.

Non riesco a credere che ci sposeremo il giorno del mio compleanno!» Dice lei. «Così non mi dimenticherai mai.» «E chi potrebbe dimenticarti, Alexander?» Chiede, cercandolo dolcemente con la mano.

Get married...? I...? And yet why not! Of course it wont be easy sailing, but what of that? I'm young and strong, and content to labor hard and long. You'll build us soon, if not tomorrow, a simple nest for sweet repose. And I'll keep you free of sorrow, and in a year or two who knows! You may obtain a snug position, and it shall be my mission, to tend and rear your children, so we may live and forever be one. Till death us sever, and grandsons lay us both to rest.

Ladies," Alexander said, his arm around Tatiana's neck, "we're newlyweds." He raised his eyebrows. "Do you really want us in your house?

I love you. I'm blind for you, wild for you. Sick with you. I told you that our first night together when I asked you to marry me, I am telling you now. Everything that's happened to us, everything, is because I crossed the street for you. I worship you. You know that through and through...

Marriage means expectations and expectations mean conflict.

A good marriage is one which allows for change and growth in the individuals and in the way they express their love.

After finding no record of the marriage, French reporters doubted the story, but American papers picked it up with headlines proclaiming that a young black woman from St. Louis had become a countess. The June 22, 1927, issue of the Milwaukee Journal headlined: JOSEPHINE BAKER, BLACK DANCER, WEDS A REAL COUNT. They quoted