Quotes About Partnership

Oh, of course there's a risk in marrying anybody, but, when it's all said and done, there's many a worse thing than a husband.

wouldn't it have been more beautiful still, Anne, if there had been NO separation or misunderstanding . . . if they had come hand in hand all the way through life, with no memories behind them but those which belonged to each other?

I don't see how being married could be any worse than listening to you talk for twenty years, but that still ain't much of a recommendation for it.

Besides, though she considered herself his sweetheart, she didn't consider him her master.

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story. Because

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story. [Hannah Hall]

In one way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love.

way or another, this is the deal we all sign when we love someone. For better or worse. It's the deal we have to sign again and again to keep that love. We don't turn away from the parts of someone we don't want to see. However quickly or long it takes to see them. We accept them if we are strong enough. Or we accept them enough to not let the bad parts become the entire story.

And I think my husband knows who he married,' I say. Grady laughs. 'I would think if this taught you anything, it's that no one knows who they marry,' he says.

For the first two years of "Checking Out," I had an epigraph that ran underneath my byline—a quote from Ernest Hemingway. A simple one-liner that read, "Never go on trips with anyone you do not love.

I don't have a master. I'm not sure if I have an equal.

Zerbrowski said, I only ever understood one woman, and she was kind enough to marry me so I didn't have to decipher anyone else.

I am not always certain that it is I who am the better person, ma petite, but together we are the better person.

If you love someone your freedom is curtailed, if you love someone you give up much of your privacy, if you love someone you are not merely one person but half of a couple, to think or behave any other way is to risk losing that love.

We take turns being smart for each other; I think it's part of the job description of being a couple.

Life is like dancing, sometimes one of you leads, sometimes the other, and if you do it right it's beautiful, even when it's hard.

I enjoy killing people with you. Could that count as a date?" I shook my head. "No, nothing illegal counts." He sighed. "Dating is harder than I thought it would be." "Always," I said.

If I walked into the police station with Tweedle-Punk and Tweedle Slut, it was going to raise the cop's antennae.

It wasn't hard to spot Dolph. Pete McKinnon was standing with them. It was like walking towards two small mountains. Dolph

There were other marshals over talking to the local police, but it was just Edward and me standing in the middle of the scattered body parts. Maybe the others had gotten tired of looking at them;

he just didn't want to share him with anyone. Ever. She wanted to be the person his eyes sought out in a crowded ballroom, the person he nudged when he had a really smashing joke he just had to tell, the first person he saw when he woke up in the morning, and the last person he spoke to when he went to bed at night. She wanted to be the one whose ear he whispered in at the opera, and the one perched next to him in his alarmingly tottery phaeton when he drove in the park at five.

Happiness isn't a gift you can give. It's a task you work on together.

little homey details to remind Wife Number One who wears the diamond ring around here.

Don't stride so, Russell!" Holmes whispered fiercely. "Throw your boots out in front of you as you walk and let your elbows stick out a bit. It would help if you let your mouth hang open stupidly, and for God's sake take off your glasses, at least until we get out of town. I won't allow you to walk into anything. Do you think you could persuade your nose to drip a bit, just for the effect?