Quotes about Marriage

He got lost in a memory for a moment, then glanced over at Gina. "What I miss most...she always used to say good-night just before she'd drift off to sleep. I miss those words, the good-night." "Someone was there, someone to share the end of the day," Gina said softly. She understood. Bishop nodded. "Someone was there. That's why you get married, Gina. Beyond all the other details of why, it's having someone there when the days ends. It's being together and sharing life.

Sometimes love comes easily, and sometimes it's the most challenging decision a person ever makes. That reality doesn't make one way right and the other wrong, it just is. The love underlying marriage is more than an emotion, more than a set of facts adding up to a decision. It's the choice that this is the person I'm going to stay with for the rest of my life. It's something you have to make with your head and your heart.

I'm not trying to take your freedom. God knows you deserve it after being married to that monster. I don't want to trap you or hold you back or control you." He gently cupped her face. "I only want to love you, honey.

I love you so much, Shay Brandenberger. I want you to be my wife because you choose to be, not because of some cockamamie accident. I want to love you the rest of your life. I want to be a father for Olivia . . ." He reached out and palmed the side of her belly, a tiny smile hitching up his lips. "A father for our child.

He does that again, I'll knock him into tomorrow." "We haven't even left the church parking lot. Didn't you hear Pastor's message?" "Didn't Beau?" Between them, Olivia chuckled. "He was loving his neighbor, all right." Shay smothered a laugh, then glanced at Travis. He looked torn between anger and humor. "Yeah, well, he'd better find another neighbor to love. This one's my wife.

I'll be good to her, Mama Jo. I'll make her happy, I swear it. I'll be the best flipping husband there ever was.

We use celebrity "news" to perpetuate this dehumanizing view of females, focused solely on one's physical appearance, which tabloids turn into a sporting event of speculation. Is she pregnant? Is she eating too much? Has she let herself go? Is her marriage on the rocks because the camera detects some physical "imperfection"?

I've no more business to marry Edgar Linton than I have to be in heaven and if the wicked man in there had not brought Heathcliff so low I shouldn't have thought of it. It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now so he shall never know how I love him and that not because he's handsome Nelly but because he's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same and Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

Perceiving myself in a blunder, I attempted to correct it. I might have seen there was too great a disparity between the ages of the parties to make it likely that they were man and wife. One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls: that dream is reserved for the solace of our declining years. The other did not look seventeen.

One was about forty: a period of mental vigour at which men seldom cherish the delusion of being married for love by girls:

The virtues about marriage were mostly negative virtues. Being unmarried in a man's world was such a hassle that anything had to be better. Marriage was better. But not much. Damned clever, I thought, how men had made life so intolerable for single women that most would gladly embrace even bad marriages instead.

Every good relationship, especially marriage, is based on respect. If it's not based on respect, nothing that appears to be good will last very long.