Quotes About Husband

My Favorite Husband,

Ambition had been the curse of my husband's life. He wanted to attain a position where he would be honored and respected. He wanted wealth.

Possibility swelled inside of me like a sponge absorbing the moisture of the moment—the man, the feeling that an epic story had just been hatched. It replaced my own small meandering, domestic tale of disaffection and decay and set me loose on a tide of romance. It was a perfect storm, and Spade was the perfect pirate. Los Angeles, Fall 1988 I met my husband on my first day in Los Angeles.

Marriage is a working relationship. It has its moments of genuine, downright boredom. That's the trouble with Daphne. She can't stand being bored. She has to be in love—madly in love, and it's difficult to be madly in love with a husband three hundred and sixty-five days of the year.

The thirty-minute nap. When I heard a key in the door, I'd jump up, throw cold water on my face, smooth my clothes, pull the bedspread taut, stagger into the kitchen, and throw an onion in the oven. When my husband mentioned the chenille marks on my face, I'd lie and say, "It's bad skin.

I ran into the driveway, my husband said, "I thought you were supposed to be walking." "I was," I panted, "until I ran out of Twinkies to hold off the dogs.

Viva my husband who was Mayor of this town

So, Robert Wilson thought to himself, she is giving him a ride, isn't she? Or do you suppose that's her idea of putting up a good show? How should a woman act when she discovers her husband is a bloody coward? She's damn cruel but they're all cruel. They govern, of course, and to govern one has to be cruel sometimes. Still, I've seen enough of their damn terrorism. "Have some more eland," he said to her politely.

And tell me, who is the greatest writer in America? My husband, said my wife.

He looked home-made, as though his wife had self-consciously knitted or somehow contrived a husband when she sat alone at night.

Don't ever let this husband of yours, whoever he is, know you can cook, Dabney Fairchild, or you'll spend the rest of your life in the kitchen. That's the first thing I want to tell you.

If one found ways to explain her husband's infidelity or disrespect for her, all the others would give her a pass, knowing full well they were either in similar circumstances or anticipating that they would soon be.

Thirdly,' the Witcher replied in a tired voice, 'the monthly quota on miracles was used up when the woman from Kernow found her missing husband.

Treaties are like marriage: they aren't entered in to with the thought of betrayal, and once they're concluded one shouldn't be suspicious. And if that doesn't suit somebody, they shouldn't get married. Because you can't become a cuckold without being a husband, but you'll admit that fear of wearing the horns is a pitiful and quite ridiculous justification for enforced celibacy.

And we drove towards the widening dawn, that now streaked half the sky with a wintry bouquet of pink of roses, orange of tiger-lilies, as if my husband had ordered me a sky from a florist. The day broke around me like a cool dream.

In an age when everyone else is terribly concerned with political correctness, my husband's preaching is uncommonly blunt. Perhaps that's the secret of his success.

Mrs. Brandon herself, in one of her moods of devastating truthfulness, had explained her own appearance as the result of a long and happy widowhood, and as, after a little sincere grief at the loss of a husband to whom she had become quite accustomed, she had had nothing of consequence to trouble her, it is probable that she was right.

Her husband avoided her activities as much as possible, and was very fond of her, having that affectionate reverence for his wife which is one of the advantages, from the female point of view, of the childless marriage.

She hates and fears her husband, but only because he has not protected her, and she sees herself condemned to loneliness and exile. In this she is prescient. I see her, some years hence, a remittance woman, paid to live abroad, in such an hotel, in various Hotels du Lac, her beautiful face grown gaunt and scornful, her dog permanently under her arm. Her last weapon will be an unyielding snobbishness, which is already in evidence.

but you've been a fool. Some women take advantage. Once they're married, and they've got a good husband, they think they can do what they like. And if they take him for granted-" she paused significantly- "they just don't bother anymore.

A good wife always encourages her husband in his interests. For one thing, they keep him occupied and out from under foot most of the day.

Women in the early forties who have been wives and mothers for over twenty years are liable to suffer from a slight sense of guilt whenever they embark on any purely self-regarding activity; but Lady Kilmichael had better reasons than this for her desire to avoid the eyes of acquaintances on her journey. She was leaving her home, her husband and her family - possibly for good.

You'll have to excuse my husband.' Jane grinned. 'He disapproves of inherited wealth. I'm afraid he's a bit of a socialist.' 'As was Our Lord

The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.