I love marriage. I think it’s a wonderful institution and it’s the most important decision you make.
Brought up to respect the conventions, love had to end in marriage. I’m afraid it did.
Marriage is the grave or tomb of wit.
Anything that you do in life, whether it’s work or a relationship or marriage, you get into it with a lot of positivity.
Regarding marriage, it – somehow, it didn’t happen. One fellow in such a big family not getting married is not an issue.
When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.
Marriage is a coming together for better or for worse, hopefully enduring, and intimate to the degree of being sacred.
I have gone from one relationship to a marriage and stepchildren.
Marriage is a kind of prison for anyone who’s miserable in it – men and women alike – and anyone who’s suffered through difficult periods in marriage dreams of escape from it.
I have no idea if I will go for an arranged marriage or love marriage.
After 45 years of marriage, when I have an argument with my wife, if we don’t agree, we do what she wants. But, when we agree, we do what I want!
A liberated woman is one who has sex before marriage and a job after.
I think the institute of marriage is a noble thing. The idea of a partner for life is incredibly romantic. But now we’re living to 100. A hundred years ago people were dying at age 37. Til death do us part was a much different deal.
Marriage is miserable unless you find the right person that is your soulmate and that takes a lot of looking.
Straight couples don’t have to be monogamous to be married or married to be monogamous. Monogamy no more defines marriage than the presence of children does. Monogamy isn’t compulsory and its absence doesn’t invalidate a marriage.
Having federal officials, whether judges, bureaucrats, or congressmen, impose a new definition of marriage on the people is an act of social engineering profoundly hostile to liberty.
In marriage do thou be wise: prefer the person before money, virtue before beauty, the mind before the body; then thou hast a wife, a friend, a companion, a second self.
I don’t have this fantasy about marriage anymore. Everyone says it takes hard work. Well, it kind of does – and I’m much more pragmatic about romance than I used to be.
I’m not that big a fan of marriage as an institution and I don’t know why women need to have children to be seen as complete human beings.
For marriage, yes, people always had their opinions of, ‘Oh, you’re too young,’ because it’s become a stereotype, for some reason, for people to get married later in their 20s.
My marriage is far from perfect. We’re not hand-holdy and soft. We are snippy and bickery. We sleep in separate beds because we have no tolerance of each other’s night-time idiosyncrasies.
We didn’t know that Mother had gone through a passionate love affair or that Father suffered from severe depression. Mother was preparing to break out of her marriage, Father threatening to take his own life.
My partner Donald Trump says that married couples should always have a prenuptial agreement. True, a prenuptial is important if one partner is much richer than the other before marriage, but Kim and I don’t have one.
Marriage is really tough because you have to deal with feelings… and lawyers.
I have deep sympathy with the hundreds of my constituents who fear that legislation for same-sex marriage will profoundly encroach – although this may be unintended – on their right to live according to their faith.
