Best 36 quotes in «arranged marriage quotes» category

Idita reached over and took Resi’s hand from her lap and quietly told her, “When I first came to Baric Castle, I rocked Lorenc as a babe on my knee long before I had charge of Mauro and Mateo. I saw how Mauro’s father built a shield of armor over his own heart with Mateo’s death. Lorenc shut his living son out in his grief.” Saddened, Idita explained further, “Mauro has done the same as his father. I believe the happy boy who played in that courtyard below us is still under the grown man’s armor. Be patient, my lady. Lord Toth trained Mauro to be a commander of soldiers, but no one has taught him how to be a husband. He will let his shield down soon enough. I think you might find you will like the man revealed there.

I always thought that what Rajima did with those cast-off peels was a metaphor for how she dealt with her arranged marriage. She transformed those peels, with palm sugar for sweetness and tamarind for tang, into something precious.

I couldn't help but think of Al's pre-ordained betrothal to Billo and of how hard the match-makers had worked to find the girl beautiful enough to match this extraordinary man - this extraordinary man of mine.

I’d like you to dot my every ‘i’ and I’ll cross your every ‘t’. I love you. Will you marry me?

I do not care about power and wealth, father. I want to marry for love.” “You want to marry for love?” The elder Valentino scoffed. “Que mierda. Marrying for love is like adding extra picante to your meal. It may seem like a good idea at the time, but your stomach will curse you for it with ulcers in the end.

In this case the time is not so important for me, the person asking for commitment is.

I'm going to own your body, Lila, because you f*cking own mine.

In Song of Songs we are introduced to a new problem for Abishag: Solomon was choosing wives for political advantages, while she was wasting away in Zion--without children. pg xxiv

I realized I would be forced to run away from home if someone tried to arrange a marriage for me. I didn't want to think about it.

I once asked her if she was happy. “That depends on what I am able to get done today,” she said, laughing. She told me that the completion of her daily tasks was the only thing she felt she had control over. They were a form of meditation, of salve. Kept busy, she had no time to ruminate and no time for opinions, certainly not feminist ones. I pressed her: “I mean, are you happy with your life, Rajima?” “I don’t know,” she said uncomfortably, as if she’d never really considered such a question. “When there is little you can do, you do what you can.” Happiness for my grandmother seemed to be a verb rather than a noun. She had so little control over her own life. Yet she took control, out of thin air for herself, when she could.

It was against all scientific reason for two people who hardly knew each other, with no ties at all between them, with different characters, different upbringings, and even different genders, to suddenly find themselves committed to living together, to sleeping in the same bed, to sharing two destinies that perhaps were fated to go in opposite directions.

It's time to undo Rahim.

I wonder if the story (though not intended as such by my aunt) is a warning for me, a preview of my own life which I thought I had fashioned so cleverly, so differently from my mother's, but which is only a repetition, in a different raga, of her tragic song. Perhaps it is like this for all daughters, doomed to choose for ourselves, over and over, the men who have destroyed our mothers.

[J]e t'ai dressée à te soumettre, de même qu'une fleur subit le soleil et la pluie.

Look, my son, she is so beautiful, she has fair skin and green eyes and brown hair.' 'She's English?' I asked cheekily, holding the cheap photo print with trepidation. Which unfortunate victim had they found for me to marry in what backwater, unbeknownst that my heart was not for trading? Honour would quote Shakespeare to make a point; for me, it was always Rumi. 'La hawla wala kuwwat... May God protect us from such misfortune... you think I have lost my senses that I would marry you to a white girl?' My mum used the word gori as an insult and yet when she talked about Billo she said 'Look how gori she is.' Oh, Mum, the irony. 'Well, you seem pretty obsessed with green eyes and skin colour,' I mumbled. 'She is gorgeous.' Mum went on ignoring me. 'Think how beautiful your children, my grandchildren, will be? They will have cats' eyes, just like Billo.' Honour has fair skin and green eyes too, and just think how beautiful your grandchildren will be if they're mixed race, I thought. I didn't say that to my mum, obviously.

I was to be a bride, but whose? Councilor Branwick had assured me that the Council of Citizens would let me know the moment they decided.

Mark my words, Lila. You'll be mine in all ways you can imagine.

Nafsha is so concerned with my virginity. I am beginning to think she would wed me herself. Alas, the only tool she might use to make me a woman is her tongue -- and it is far too sharp for me to allow it beneath my skirts.

People should understand that compassionate love defines trustworthiness, attachment, and empathy when they live and interact with their romantic partners. However, they should make a commitment not to betray, deprive or stay distant with their life partner if they want to keep the relationship last for a lifetime.

Sometimes a kiss was just a kiss. Sometimes a kiss announced changes. That time the kiss was my downfall.

I thought about my [Punjabi] family. The only nakshatram we think about is the division of petrol pumps when we have to see the girl.

Marriage is a marriage- love or arranged. Both require the same level of commitment.

Nina could defend arranged marriages in her sleep, she had been asked about them so often. To her horror, she had even begun to sound like her mother.

Okay, okay. I can do this, I can do this just breathe. Mentally I prepared myself but it didn't help with the feeling of jumping off a cliff deep in my belly.

Our matriarchs had an interesting advantage over today's western women. Matriarchs didn't begin their marriage with love. Instead, they were taught how to love. They entered marriage with an earnest determination to grow a love that would sustain their marriage for a life time. pg iv

Thanks to arranged marriages: There are countless women who have never been their husband's girlfriend.

Sirius had the relaxed, confident demeanor Seatticans were known for...and an overall likable disposition. If you weren't being forced to marry him, that is.

That single moment's intensity hasn't been matched in my life before or since. A woman I didn't know had chosen to accept me, in body and mind. Perhaps it is this instant that forms the basis of traditional marriage—a complete stranger is suddenly mine. And then, I am hers, too; I must offer her my all. I want her to wield her power over me as an acknowledgment of my love. The rush of those feelings all at once is too much to describe. Language communicates in terms of what is already known; it chokes up when asked to deal with the entirely unprecedented.

Ton père et le sien, en amis fraternels, jurèrent de s'unir par leurs enfants. Ton fiancé avait alors six ans. Tu naquis dans le cercle de cette année-là. Telle était ta destinée. Tu fus élevée dans ce dessein.

We're supposed to be unable to keep our hands off of each other. We're supposed to tear each other's clothes off. I'm supposed to make you scream again and again all night long, Lila.

What happened tonight won't change a thing." "You're mistaken, Lila. Everything started changing the moment we met.

Arranged Marriages don't always have to be risky. Get to know your future in-laws. She's bound to be like one of them.

But if you were matched," I say softly, "What do you think she'd be like?" "You," he says, almost before I've finished, "You.

But how can she get married to a stranger? Just because his resume checked on all the materialistic criteria, it cannot demand the commitment of a lifetime.

Do couples in arranged marriage actually fall in love ; or is it mere compatibility ?

Had my father loved my mother? He never spoke of her. I always imagined a traditional marriage between them--one built with the strong bones of respect, but stripped of the soft skin of love.