Quotes About Husband

Softball has given me so much in life. It's taught me the kind of person I want to be, and given me a sweet sisterhood. It even led me to my husband.

Sometimes when I hear criticism of my husband, I want to come out of my seat and clock somebody. But you learn to take a deep breath.

I want to be able to experience everything. I want to experience being a husband, experience being a father, experience, maybe, hopefully, someday being a grandfather, and all those things. I want that experience. When I die, I want to be exhausted.

Nothing has brought me more love, joy and peace than being a good husband and good daddy.

I'm a dad and a husband, and so the things that I love to do are all geared around my family.

Sadly, there are many forces more powerful and devestating than love... Among them for example, the anger and jealousy of a spurned husband or lover. Fire begets passions, but it also burns.

The volume of your muscles doesn't make you a good husband. The way you treat her does.

Tell me something, Raphael? He was already turning, heading to the door. What is it you'd like to know, Guild Hunter? She hid her smile at his slip. What do I call you? Husband? Mate? Boyfriend? Stopping with his hand on the doorknob, he shot her an inscrutable look. You can call me 'Master'.

So the fairy silver brought you a monster of fire for a husband, and me a monster of ice. We should put them in a room together and let them make us both widows.

I laughed; I couldn't help it. It wasn't mirth, it was bitterness. "So the fairy silver brought you a monster of fire for a husband, and me a monster of ice. We should put them in a room together and let them make us both widows.

Well, then, for what my opinion is worth, I'm sure you'll be an excellent father and husband. And since you don't believe in those things, you'll never take them for granted.

It's my husband. I think— I think he's a zombie." I smiled. "Believe it or not, I get this one a lot. Can you describe his behavior? Why do you think he's a zombie?" She huffed. "He doesn't do anything! He sits on the sofa all day watching TV and that's it.

Henry Johnson was the third husband, the one who had gone crazy on Berenice. He was all right for three

I strike fear into you because I am a man? It isn't funny. I do not laugh. It is a sad thing, yes, that your husband is a man. A very terrible thing.

Holly took a sip of her tea. Oh, the wonders of the magical tea, the answer to all of life's little problems. You have a gossip and you make a cup of tea, you get fired from your job and you have a cup of tea, your husband tells you he has a brain tumour and you have a cup of tea …

Go to sleep, Asher. You've had a difficult day." "A difficult day? I didn't do a thing all day!" "For you, my husband, that is the most difficult kind of day you can have.

Her (Beverly Powers) face was round and sweet, but her eyes were another matter. Whatever sport she'd played, this woman had been a ferocious competitor. I was profoundly glad I hadn't been having an affair with her husband.

If you feel that your father was lacking as a husband, it affects your own choice of man.

The only introduction to sports that I had before meeting my husband was Buffalo Bills football and Doug Flutely Flakes. My dad grew up in Buffalo and has been a Bills fan all his life.

Your husband, my dear, is, I make no doubt, having scorching weather all this time. Lord, if he could only see his pretty wife now! Not that this weather hurts your beauty at all—in fact, it rather does it good.

That the man and woman were husband and wife, and the parents of the girl in arms there could be little doubt. No other than such relationship would have accounted for the atmosphere of stale familiarity which the trio carried along with them like a nimbus as they moved down the

She tried to pray to God, but it was her husband who really had her supplication. Her idolatry of this man was such that she herself almost feared it to be ill-omened. She was conscious of the notion expressed by Friar Lawerence, These violent delights have violent ends. It might be too desperate for human conditions--too rank, too wild, too deadly.

For a marriage would be very nice in one sense. People would talk about me, and think I had won my battle, and I should feel triumphant, and all that, But a husband-- Well! Why, he'd always be there, as you say; whenever I looked up, there he'd be. Of course he would--I, that is. Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband. But since a woman can't show off in that way by herself, I shan't marry--at least yet.

Well, what I mean is that I shouldn't mind being a bride at a wedding, if I could be one without having a husband.