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In taking out an insurance policy one pays for it in dollars and cents, always at liberty to discontinue payments. If, however, a woman's premium is a husband, she pays for it with her name, her privacy, her self-respect, her very life, "until death doth part.
Can you support the expense of a husband or hussy in gaming, drinking and whoring? Have you money enough to carry on the daily quarrels of man and wife about who shall squander most?
Deceive not thyself by overexpecting happiness in the married estate. Remember the nightingales which sing only some months in the spring, but commonly are silent when they have hatched their eggs, as if their mirth were turned into care for their young.
Our marriage is like anybody's marriage, It goes through ups and downs. It's a little garden that you have to tend all the time. When we're home, it's not like we walk around all dolled up going, "We are celebrities! We are famous!" I change diapers. I clean up dog doo.
Marriage accustomed one to the good things, so one came to take them for granted, but magnified the bad things, so they came to feel as painful as a grain in one's eye. An open window, a forgotten quart of milk, a TV set left blaring, socks on the bathroom floor could become occasions for incredible rage. And something happened sexually in marriage -- the swearing to forsake all others, despite its slight observance, had a profound effect. Some people felt trapped by it, impelled to assert what they called freedom. Some accepted it like a rein, and in the effort to avoid pain in the form of hopeless desire, cut off occasions of desire, avoided having long talks at parties with attractive members of the opposite sex. In time, all feeling for the opposite sex was cut off, and intercourse limited to the barest politesses. But something happened to you when you did that, a kind of death seeped up from the genitals to the rest of the body, till it showed in the eyes, the gestures, in a certain lifelessness.
The best part of married life is the fights. The rest is merely so.
The one charm of marriage is that it makes a life of deception absolutely necessary for both parties.
There is a French saying: "Love is the dawn of marriage, and marriage is the sunset of love.
When widows exclaim loudly against second marriages, I would always lay a wager that the man, if not the wedding day, is absolutely fixed on.
There’s one fool at least in every married couple.
Two such as you with such a master speed cannot be parted, nor be swept away from one another once you are agreed that life is only life forevermore together, wing to wing and oar to oar.