It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
Men marry women with the hope they will never change. Women marry men with the hope they will change. Invariably they are both disappointed.
Before marriage, a girl has to make love to a man to hold him. After marriage, she has to hold him to make love to him.
Some people claim that marriage interferes with romance. There's no doubt about it. Anytime you have a romance, your wife is bound to interfere.
You can measure the happiness of a marriage by the number of scars that each partner carries on their tongues, earned from years of biting back angry words.
The problem with marriage is that it ends every night after making love, and it must be rebuilt every morning before breakfast.
A good marriage is where both people feel like they're getting the better end of the deal.
What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are but how you deal with incompatibility.
I think of how each person in a marriage owes it to the other to find individual happiness, even in a shared life. That this is the only way to grow together, instead of apart.
Let us now set forth one of the fundamental truths about marriage: the wife is in charge.
The value of marriage is not that adults produce children, but that children produce adults.
Keep your eyes wide open before marriage, half shut afterwards.
They say all marriages are made in heaven, but so are thunder and lightning.
Marriage becomes hard work once you have poured the entirety of your life's expectations for happiness into the hands of one mere person. Keeping that going is hard work.
Remember that children, marriages, and flower gardens reflect the kind of care they get.
If there is such a thing as a good marriage, it is because it resembles friendship rather than love.
Marriage is like putting your hand into a bag of snakes in the hope of pulling out an eel.
Marriage: If you want something to last forever, you treat it differently. You shield it and protect it. You never abuse it. You don’t expose it to the elements. You don’t make it common or ordinary. If it ever becomes tarnished, you lovingly polish it until it gleams like new. It becomes special because you have made it so, and it grows more beautiful and precious as time goes by.
Don’t worry that children never listen to you; worry that they are always watching you.
Don’t smother each other. No one can grow in the shade.