#marriage

My wife and I tried to breakfast together, but we had to stop or our marriage would have been wrecked. ↗

— Winston Churchill

#marriage #food

Have you ever heard of a good marriage growing in front of the cameras? ↗

— Brigitte Bardot

#ever #front #good #good marriage #growing

Marriage always demands the greatest understanding of the art of insincerity possible between two human beings. ↗

— Vicki Baum

#art #beings #between #demands #greatest

They make Spy Kids, they make Scream, they make A Scary Movie. This doesn't do that, so it could be a very bad marriage. I'm trying to keep this potential nightmare quiet because we're just finishing editing. ↗

— Terry Gilliam

#because #could #editing #finishing #i

But I don't think that it's a form of family that I would be comfortable in. I've found a way to this character and this family, but I still believe that a marriage is between two people and not seven or three. ↗

— Jeanne Tripplehorn

#between #character #comfortable #family #form

Another argument, vaguer and even less persuasive, is that gay marriage somehow does harm to heterosexual marriage. I have yet to meet anyone who can explain to me what this means. In what way would allowing same-sex partners to marry diminish the marriages of heterosexual couples? ↗

— Ted Olson

#another #anyone #argument #couples #diminish

I don't think that a same-sex marriage is the way God intended it to be. ↗

— Joel Osteen

#i #intended #marriage #same-sex #same-sex marriage

When marrying, ask yourself this question: Do you believe that you will be able to converse well with this person into your old age? Everything else in marriage is transitory. ↗

— Friedrich Nietzsche

#able #age #ask #believe #converse

Well married, a man is winged—ill-matched, he is shackled. ↗

— Henry Ward Beecher

#matrimony #life

Edna felt depressed rather than soothed after leaving them. The little glimpse of domestic harmony which had been offered her, gave her no regret, no longing. It was not a condition of life which fitted her, and she could see in it but an apalling and hopeless ennui. She was moved by a kind of commiseration for Madame Ratignolle, - a pity for that colorless existence which never uplifted its possessor beyond the region of blind contentment, in which no moment of anguish ever visited her soul, in which she would never have the taste of life's delirium. Edna vaguely wondered what she meant by "life's delirium." It had crossed her thought like some unsought, extraneous impression. ↗

— Kate Chopin

#marriage #life