Quotes About Husband

When you lose a parent, you're an orphan. When you lose a husband, you're a widow. But as Zig had learned fourteen years ago, when you lose a child, they don't have a name for that.

If Gisele murdered her husband, I can assure you my Henri wasn't involved. He's much too lazy for murder.

Oceans of love and millions of kisses, and may you soon be in your own home with your husband.

A well-informed mind, nice manners and a gentle nature - all of these are much more likely to contribute to a husband's happiness than mere transient beauty.

What are mothers for, if not to help their daughters find mistresses for their husbands?

My husband is just outside. Don't be afraid, I said, the extensive branches of his horns would never let him through the doorway.

And besides that," her mother continued, "gentlemen find pleasure in the act that ladies do not." She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "Depending on your husband's appetites—" "Appetites?" There would be food?

I'll talk to my mother," she promised. "If I'm sufficiently annoying, I'm sure I can get the engagement period cut in half." "It makes me wonder," he said. "As your future husband, should I be concerned by your use of the phrase if I'm sufficiently annoying?" "Not if you accede to all of my wishes." "A sentence that concerns me even more," he murmured.

They say nothing!" the little captain raged. "They only putrid gunner, ship engineer. I, Ba-Karkar, must speak for all!" Ogu kicked him again. "Then ask what kind help Asahel wants, untranslatable epithet male. Or no more untranslatable for you! Never again in putrid boomer prison." Her husband gave a choked gasp. "Cruel female!" "No more sex, either," she added.

I know this is going to sound corny, but I love my life. I love my baby, so I love getting to wake up with him. And I have the most amazing job, with writing that any actor would love and costars who I can't wait to see on Monday mornings. And I love coming home to my husband.

I reined in my imagination because there was no point dreaming about what might have been. If things had been different, my life would not be the same today, and I could never want that. Not now, because I loved my life. I loved my husband and my children and the happy home that we shared.

When I moved out of London 13 years ago, I found a whole other reason not to drive. This was because my new husband Dan, unlike my dad, did drive, and this became a great source of fun and adventure.

A sore pain troubles me day and night, and I cannot sleep; I long for the meeting with my Beloved, and my father's house gives me pleasure no more. The gates of the sky are opened, the temple is revealed: I meet my husband, and leave at His feet the offering of my body and my mind.

My consciousness is a process, and that includes my relationship with my husband. His being white doesn't make me any less black or invested in black issues, the same way him being a man doesn't make me any less of a feminist.

I can't deny the impact of, obviously, becoming a father and having my son come into this world, and even becoming a husband. The irony is that, when people think that in certain ways it softens you, in many ways, I'm more defensive and more on guard and more frightened and more angry at everything in this world now that I have them to worry about.

The part of my personality that most irritated my husband, some of our big, big disagreements were when I got what he called 'showbiz.' He meant flamboyant or raucous.

My sister-in-law actually lives in Johannesburg with her husband.

All women should know how to take care of children. Most of them will have a husband some day.

In a way, my past gives me a little credibility. Not that anybody cares what I did nineteen years ago, but I did have a career, and a legitimate one, before I met my husband.

I tell people I never got to hear Dylan Thomas read because my husband wouldn't let me, because he thought it would be a sort of bad influence. People say, 'And you didn't go?' They're so surprised because the me they know would have gone. And I say I was very much a 'yes, dear' wife.

Yoga reduced my stress and bodily tension. It allowed me to bring my body back into balance, to emerge from my fertility struggle with my sense of self esteem and self worth intact, and to forge a stronger bond with my husband.

Sometimes I live in Paris for a couple of months, then I have a job some place, and then I come back to New York. I guess my base is New York-ish, 'cause my family is here. But my husband's family is all in Paris, so we try to spend a lot of time there, also. Especially now that we have Rose.

I am a fellow commoner at Lucy Cavendish College. My husband used to be a lecturer at Leeds University, and we lived in Yorkshire for 11 years. When he gave up his job, we realised we could live wherever we liked.

When I'm home, I spend Sunday with my husband. If we're not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.