Quotes about married-life

Love me, desire me and pray for me.

It is lack of communication that leads to unhappy marriage.

Always being there was the essential secret for a wife.

Many people engage in physical relationships without ever experiencing intimacy

You don't seem to realise, that in married life three is company and two is none.

Dare to love greatly.

It is one of my decided opinions that married people ought to have no one, be the tie ever so close and dear, living permanently with them, to break the sacred duality — no, let me say the unity of their home.

The days were sunny, the nights were star-studded. Indeed married life was strawberries for breakfast and loving all the time.

Men marry. Women wed.

Most of us save our best behavior for those whom we barely know and show our worst side to those we know the best.

The debris of her married life was enough to sever the tie between reality and dreams, the fine line between desire and temptation. Where did she draw the line? When did she admit defeat and surrender?

The apartment is a laboratory in which we conduct experiments, perform research on each other. We discover Henry hates it when I absentmindedly click my spoon against my teeth while reading the paper at breakfast. We agree that it is okay for me to listen to Joni Mitchell and it is okay for Henry to listen to the Shaggs as long as the other person isn't around. We figure out that Henry should do all the cooking and I should be in charge of laundry and neither of us is willing to vacuum so we hir

[Marriage] happens as with cages: the birds without despair to get in, and those within despair of getting out.

God will fulfil His gracious promises.

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

The bond of love is supernatural.

Marriage is like a series of opposing reflections, inverse images getting ever smaller like nesting dolls, each one of your trying to squeeze yourself smaller to fit inside the hopes of the other, until one of you cracks or stops existing.

It’s so unrewarding, being a woman.

There must be some other possibility than death or lifelong penance ... some meeting, some intersection of lines; and some cowardly, hopeful geometer in my brain tells me it is the angle at which two lines prop each other up, the leaning-together from the vertical which produces the false arch. For lack of a keystone, the false arch may be as much as one can expect in this life. Only the very lucky discover the keystone.

I know enough to know that no woman should ever marry a man who hated his mother.

Marriage is not a process for prolonging the life of love, sir. It merely mummifies its corpse.

They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are thunder and lightning.

How many women are there ... who because of their husbands' harshness spend their weary lives in the bond of marriage in greater suffering than if they were slaves among the Saracens?

[In 16th century European society] Marriage was the triumphal arch through which women, almost without exception, had to pass in order to reach the public eye. And after marriage followed, in theory, the total self-abnegation of the woman.

[I]t is not by being richer or more powerful that a man becomes better; one is a matter of fortune, the other of virtue. Nor should she deem herself other than venal who weds a rich man rather than a poor, and desires more things in her husband than himself. Assuredly, whomsoever this concupiscence leads into marriage deserves payment rather than affection.

Love is the heartbeat of the sacred soul.

Pray daily for your family.

Often, the bonds of marriage kill the purpose of the very marriage.

Emerson is a remarkable person, considering that he is a man. Which is not saying a great deal.

I was beginning to fear that you had turned into one of those boring females who can only say 'Yes, my dear' ... You know very well, Peabody, that our little discussions are the spice of life -- 'The pepper in the soup of marriage' -- Very aptly put, Peabody. If you become meek and acquiescent, I will put an advertisement in the Times telling Sethos to drop by and collect you. Promise me you will never stop scolding...

I knew that my husband was a song that I had forgotten the words to and I was a fuzzy photograph of someone he used to love.

In his business, he observed human nature and came to certain conclusions about it. The conclusions lacked wisdom and originality; in fact, they were tiresome. But they were important to McGarrity because he had figured them out for himself. In the first years of their marriage, he had tried to tell Mae about these conclusions, but all she said was, "I can imagine." Sometimes she varied by saying, "I can just imagine." Gradually then, because he could not share his inner self with her, he lost t

You need to be my wife to win with me.

As married people, we dwell on a spectrum between happy and unhappy, in love and out of love, and we move back and forth on that line decade by decade, year by year, week by week, even hour by hour.

Families share relationships based not only blood, but also the unique affiliation of a terribly long cord when measured in comparison with any other undertaking in a person’s life, from cradle to the grave if you will. These intimate associations create a bond of love, affection, goodwill, and joy that we seek to duplicate when we marry and begin creating our extended families.

Wives?" she asked, interrupting him. For a moment, he had assumed she was tuning to the novel. Then he saw her waiting, suspicious eyes, so he replied cautiously, "None active," as if wives were volcanoes.

What do you mean, 'Angle of Repose?' she asked me when I dreamed we were talking about Grandmother's life, and I said it was the angle at which a man or woman finally lies down. I suppose it is; and yet ... I thought when I began, and still think, that there was another angle in all those years when she was growing old and older and very old, and Grandfather was matching her year for year, a separate line that did not intersect with hers. They were vertical people, they lived by pride, and it is

Marriage can bore you but there is a fortitude that comes from it, too. When you need to lean on it, you are so thankful that you can.

Love is divine force.

Love is sensual and celestial.

Love forgives and keeps no records of wrongs .

In love, we are made perfect.

Love seeks the best. Love endures all times. Love never changes.

Love is not self-seeking.Love is not easily angered.

Every sacred marriage will survive all times with great love and patient commitment.

Do not live life without a spark of love.

The strength of love is beyond measure.

May God give you the grace to pray and the desire to read the Holy Bible.

We must give people the chance to change.

Embrace each other with love, smiles and warm hug.

Over the following days and weeks I would come to see, with mounting weariness, that this was to be the pattern of my life from now on: marginal and grim; my habitual daydreams and memories of our life as a couple reduced to nothing, to stuttering salvoes, by the gunpowder of the simple physical truth of my husband's absence.

Love fuels the existence of a divine being