Quotes About Husbands

I think: I would like to take N back to a story right now, like a rake. I would say, "Oh, this rake is uneven. Do you have any where the tines go straight across?" I would like to do a straight exchange. But there are things that cannot be returned. Errant husbands are one of them. Wives are not. Wives can be exchanged; I have always known this.

Ought a woman to disclose her frailties earlier than the wedding day? Few husbands, I assure you, make the discovery in such good season, and still fewer complain that these trifles are concealed too long. Well, what a strange man you are! Poh! you are joking.

I love you, someone says, and instantly we begin to wonder - Well, how much? - and when the answer comes - With my whole heart - we then wonder about the wholeness of a fickle heart.) Our lovers, our husbands, our wives, our fathers, our gods - they are all beyond us.

She was from an era when daughters were dutiful and deferential to their mothers, at least until they married and deferred to their husbands – not that Mrs. Speedwell had ever deferred much to hers.

There are good sailors. Well, some good sailors. In a way they are ideal as husbands. They drop in every six months for a wild celebration, then they drop out again before one gets bored with their company or annoyed with by their habits.

This is weird, Madison. You want me to raise your husbands fire children.

Adieu, my ladies. If you ever venture to Scotland…leave the husbands at home. (Braden)

Married men are horribly tedious when they are good husbands, and abominably conceited when they are not.

All husbands are alike, but they have different faces so you can tell them apart.

How many husbands have I had? You mean apart from my own?

The majority of husbands remind me of an orangutan trying to play the violin.

Not only, in strict truth, was marriage instituted for the propagation of the human race, but also that the lives of husbands and wives might be made better and happier.

As husbands, I think one reason we have some trouble with Paul's command to love our wives "as Christ loved the church," is that we don't really fully know how Christ loves the church.

What's for dinner is the only question many husbands ask their wives, and the only one to which they care about the answer.

Fools are as like husbands as pilchards are to herrings, the husband's the bigger.

That question in marriage is mutual submission, really - the next verse goes on: "husbands love your wife as Christ loves the Church."

I know a lot about Judy Garland. She was born in 1922, and I think she died in '69. When I was little, like, when I was 8, I knew all of her husbands' names.

How many women are there ... who because of their husbands' harshness spend their weary lives in the bond of marriage in greater suffering than if they were slaves among the Saracens?

We, as women, particularly if we have families, you know, we're taking care of children, we're taking care of, you know, our home, our husbands, we take care of everybody but ourselves. And it's really unfortunate.

There is something wrong with a government that makes women the legal property of their husbands. The whole system needs changing, but men will never make the changes. They have too much to lose.

Irish women are always carrying water on their heads, and always carrying their husbands home from pubs. Such things are the greatest posture-builders in the world.

The only time that most women give their orating husbands undivided attention is when the old boys mumble in their sleep.

Probably no strychnine has sent as many husbands into their graves as mealtime scolding has, and nothing has driven more men into the arms of other women as the sound of a shrill whine at table.

In a city this size, every year, hundreds of husbands walk away. Kids leave home. Wives escape. People disappear.