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Sensual pleasures have the fleeting brilliance of a comet; a happy marriage has the tranquillity of a lovely sunset.

Sex is a conversation carried out by other means. If you get on well out of bed, half the problems of bed are solved.

She is fragile, she is soft, she is weaker, she is afraid. All around is a man-created world, and she is a stranger in it. She needs security. So when she falls in love, the first concept, the first idea, is how to be secure, safe. She would not like to make love to a man unless marriage is settled. Marriage has to be the first thing, then anything else can follow.

She is always married too soon, who gets a bad husband, and she is never married too late, who gets a good one.

She who dwells with me whom I have loved with such communion, that no place on earth can ever be solitude to me.

Should I marry W? Not if she won't tell me the other letters in her name. And what about her career? How can I ask a woman of her beauty to give up the Roller Derby? Decisions...

Shutting one's eyes is an art, my dear. I suppose there's no use trying to make you see that - but that's the only way one can stay married.

Show me one couple unhappy merely on account of their limited circumstances, and I will show you ten who are wretched from other causes.

Since I do purpose to marry, I will think nothing to any purpose that the world can say against it; and therefore never floutat me for what I have said against it; for man is a giddy thing, and this is my conclusion.

Since the law prohibits the keeping of wild animals and I get no enjoyment from pets, I prefer to remain unmarried.

So heavy is the chain of wedlock that it needs two to carry it, and sometimes three.

So many pleasing episodes of one's life are spoiled by shouting. You never heard of an unhappy marriage unless the neighbors have heard it first.

Someone once asked me why women don't gamble as much as men do and I gave the commonsensical reply that we don't have as much money. That was a true but incomplete answer. In fact, women's total instinct for gambling is satisfied by marriage.

Some marriages depend on domestic arguments the way the courts depend on litigation.

Some marriages break up, and some do not, and in our world you can usually explain the former better than the latter.

Some of us are becoming the men we wanted to marry.

Some women pick men to marry--and others pick them to pieces.

Some vows, or contracts, are for life; others are for limited periods of time.

So much of the trouble is because I am a woman. To me it seems a very terrible thing to be a woman. There is one crown which perhaps is worth it all--a great love, a quiet home, and children. We all know that is all that is worthwhile, and yet we must peg away, showing off our wares on the market if we have money, or manufacturing careers for ourselves if we haven't.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

So remember, if marriage arises out of intimacy then it is beautiful. That means that everybody should have lived together before they get married. The honeymoon should not happen after marriage, it should happen before marriage. One should have lived the dark nights, the beautiful days, the sad moments, the happy moments, together. One should have looked into each other's eyes deeply, into each other's being.

Sooner or later they are going to live in a New York City where gay marriage is not only legal, it is common, and they don’t even notice.

Take care of him. And make him feel important. And if you can do that, you'll have a happy and wonderful marriage. Like two out of every ten couples.

St. Paul introduced an entirely novel view of marriage, that it existed primarily to prevent the sin of fornication. It is just as if one were to maintain that the sole reason for baking bread is to prevent people from stealing cake.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is being the right person.

Such is the nature of the marriage relation that a breach once made cannot be healed, and it is the height of folly to waste one's life in vain efforts to make a binary compound of two diverse elements. What would we think of the chemist who should sit twenty years trying to mix oil and water, and insist upon it that his happiness depended upon the result of the experiment?

Take it from me, marriage isn't a word - it's a sentence.

So yeah, anyway - I'm thirty-four and my mother is desperate for me to get married. She thinks settling down is what you should be doing at thirty-four. How would she like it if I turned to her the day she hits eighty and said: 'Hey, Mum - when are you going to break your hip? All your friends are breaking theirs'?

Spouses are great impediments to great enterprises.

Strange to say what delight we married people have to see these poor fools decoyed into our condition.

Take each other for better or worse, but not for granted.

That a marriage ends is less than ideal; but all things end under heaven, and if temporality is held to be invalidating, then nothing real succeeds.

Tenderness and respect-never selfishness-must be the guiding principles in the intimate relationship between husband and wife

That is what marriage really means; helping one another to reach the full status of being persons, responsible and autonomous beings who do not run away from life.

That girls should not marry for money we are all agreed. A lady who can sell herself for a title or an estate, for an income or aset of family diamonds, treats herself as a farmer treats his sheep and oxen--makes hardly more of herself, of her own inner self, in which are comprised a mind and soul, than the poor wretch of her own sex who earns her bread in the lowest state of degradation.

That nameless and infinitely delicate aroma of inexpressible tenderness and attentiveness which, in every refined and honorable attachment, is contemporary with the courtship, and precedes the final banns and the rite; but which, like the bouquet of the costliest German wines, too often evaporates upon pouring love out to drink, in the disenchanting glasses of the matrimonial days and nights.

That married couples can live together day after day is a miracle that the Vatican has overlooked.

That's how it will be, except that in reality, both today and later, one will stand there with a palpable body and a real head, a real forehead, that is, for smiting on with one's hand.

That's the thing about marriage. It's a shell game we play with ourselves. We're the suckers and we have to lose, but we play anyway because we lie to ourselves that we can win.

The American woman's concept of marriage is a clearly etched picture of something uninflated on the floor. A sleeping-bag withoutair, a beanbag without beans, a padded bra without pads. To work on it, you start pumping--what the magazines call "breathing life into your marriage." Do enough of this and the marriage becomes a kind of Banquo's ghost, a quasi-living entity.

That's when you know you're a true married couple: when you have to apologize for what you did in her dream.

The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so-so.

The best friend will probably acquire the best wife, because a good marriage is founded on the talent for friendship.

The aura of the theocratic death penalty for adultery still clings to America, even outside New England, and multiple divorce, which looks to the European like serial polygamy, is the moral solution to the problem of the itch. Love comes into it too, of course, but in Europe we tend to see marital love as an eternity which encompasses hate and also indifference: when we promise to love we really mean that we promise to honor a contract. Americans, seeming to take marriage with not enough seriousness, are really taking love and sex with too much.

The capacity of women to make unsuitable marriages must be considered as the cornerstone of society.

The big difference between sex for money and sex for free is that sex for money usually costs a lot less.

The bonds of matrimony are like any other bonds - they mature slowly.

The bride and groom-May their joys be as bright as the morning, and their sorrows but shadows that fade in the sunlight of love.

The chains of marriage are so heavy that it takes two to bear them, sometimes three.

The clog of all pleasure, the luggage of life, is the best can be said for a very good wife.