The trend of opinion among eugenists is that we must make marriage more difficult. Certainly no one who is not a desirable parent should be permitted to produce progeny.
In 1977 we played America and Europe three times, and Japan - my marriage suffered as a result. My then wife took the kids to Canada to be near her parents.
When I think of a merry, happy, free young girl - and look at the ailing, aching state a young wife generally is doomed to - which you can't deny is the penalty of marriage.
We sleep in separate rooms, we have dinner apart, we take separate vacations - we're doing everything we can to keep our marriage together.
My parents have been married for 42 years. Their marriage has been - from what I can see - a happy one.
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.
Yes, my mom does keep making references to marriage, like all mothers do, but it's only in a lighter mood... she just jokes.
I had a girlfriend when I was 17-18, and when she was 21, she wanted us to get married. I couldn't do that, because my game was my priority. We had to part ways, and there was no guilt because I had never committed to marriage.
Marriage resembles a pair of shears, so joined that they cannot be separated; often moving in opposite directions, yet always punishing anyone who comes between them.
I think there is some credibility to the notion that marriage is an institution. It meant something very different hundreds of years ago when it became the norm for people to go off and pair.
Marriage is supposed to be a partnership. Good-looking people marry good-looking people and the others take what's left.
I wish I had been a better mother and a more compassionate and understanding wife in both of my marriages.
Like accidents, marriages result because those involved happen to arrive at what might be the wrong place, at the same time.
It is not birth, marriage, or death, but gastrulation which is the most important time in your life.
I am not against hasty marriages, where a mutual flame is fanned by an adequate income.
Many marriages would be better if the husband and the wife clearly understood that they are on the same side.
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