Marriage is miserable unless you find the right person that is your soulmate and that takes a lot of looking.
Singles have a purpose that is higher than any earthly relationship. Marriage is honorable, but so is being single.
When I got political that blew our marriage out of the water. I was not the same person and I admit that.
I don't know what my version of a relationship or marriage is yet, because the typical model seems a little broken to me.
A band is like a marriage - you don't know why it works, but when it does, everything feels right.
Marriage is the alliance of two people, one of whom never remembers birthdays and the other who never forgets them.
My father and mother were second cousins, though they did not meet till shortly before their marriage.
Every marriage is weird! That's what it is - we just all need to start embracing the fact that there is no normal.
Isn't that the ultimate homeland security, standing up and defending marriage?
And in a marriage you can't TRY and be married. You're married or you're not married... as far as I'm concerned.
While I believe in marriage as an institution, I am also petrified of it.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
I was, in the 1960s, in a marriage. To use the word 'bad' would be perhaps the understatement of the year. It was dreadful.
A key to keeping your husband is getting him to miss you. That keeps a marriage fresh.
I think it's something that needs to be said - that there are interracial marriages out there, and the couples live happy lives, and there's nothing wrong with it.
Many people spend more time in planning the wedding than they do in planning the marriage.
Jack Twist: As for our marriage, we can do it over the phone.
Sex swims in marriage, while sex sinks in sin of being single.
They throw rice at a new marriage, then give him beans in a divorcement.
The health of your marriage tomorrow will be determined by the decisions you make today.
I wonder how Admat can be everywhere. Is he in my sandal? Or is he my sandal itself? Why would a god bother to be a sandal? Does he wear shoes or sandals himself, invisible ones?
