100 Quotes About Husband

I’ve been fighting to be who I am all my life. What’s the point of being who I am, if I can’t have the person who was worth all the fighting for? Stephanie Lennox

If you have feelings for someone, let them know. It doesn’t matter if they can be in your life or not. Maybe, it is just enough for both of you to release the truth, so healing can occur. The opposite is true, as well. If you don’t have feelings for someone then never let another person suggest that you do. Protect your reputation and be responsible for the wrong information spread about you. Never allow anyone to live with a false belief or unfounded hope about you. An honorable person sets the record straight, so that person can move on with their life. Shannon L. Alder

If I marry: He must be so tall that when he is on his knees, as one has said he reaches all the way to heaven. His shoulders must be broad enough to bear the burden of a family. His lips must be strong enough to smile, firm enough to say no, and tender enough to kiss. Love must be so deep that it takes its stand in Christ and so wide that it takes the whole lost world in. He must be active enough to save souls. He must be big enough to be gentle and great enough to be thoughtful. His arms must be strong enough to carry a little child. . Ruth Bell

What if, in the bigger scheme of things, God put the yearning and desire for our husbands, not so a man could fulfill all of it, but so we could catch a glimpse of what it means to fully and wholly yearn for God? Ngina Otiende

These things are lost to oblivion like so much about so many who are born and die without anyone taking the time to write it all down. That Litvinoff had a wife who was so devoted is, to be frank, the only reason anyone knows anything about him at all. Nicole Krauss

Some people are each holding on to a lover of theirs who no longer loves them and/or who they no longer love, only because they do not want to have a reason or another reason to be jealous of the person who would eventually be their lover if they let go of them. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

Some people will hate you for not loving them. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

The fact that the person who you are sleeping with is also sleeping with another person or other people does not necessarily mean that he or she does not love you. And the fact that you are the only person who someone is sleeping with does not necessarily mean that he or she loves you. Mokokoma Mokhonoana

That night we made love "the real way" which we had not yet attemptedalthough married six months. Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not surewe got it right. He seemed happy. You're like Venice he said beautifully. Early next day I wrote a short talk ("On Defloration") which he stole and had publishedin a small quarterly magazine. Overall this was a characteristic interaction between us. Or should I say ideal. Neither of us had ever seen Venice. Anne Carson

First she would try to kill him, but failing this give him food and her body, breast-feed him back to a state of childishness and even, perhaps, feel affection for him. Then, the moment he was asleep, cut his throat. The synopsis of the ideal marriage. J.G. Ballard

The sun still lives his silent vows to the moon, by bowing to kiss her feet whenever she walks in the room. Curtis Tyrone Jones

A very unwise man once said, “He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.” A very annoyed woman once said, “He who does not want to communicate will never enjoy their silence for very long. Shannon L. Alder

The first time I heard you laugh, I only wanted to say funny things so you would always be laughing. You know what happens to chocolate when you leave it out in the sun? I’m that unfortunate chocolate and you, you are the laughing sun. For this reason, I am offering myself to you not as a martyr or some selfless fool, but as a self-indulgent moth who actively pursues the light without much fear for the flame. The moth who revels in the heat and declares: Burn me. . Kamand Kojouri

You see that girl, she looks so happy right? But inside she's dying. She's hurt and tired. Tired of all the drama, tired of not being good enough, tired of life. But she doesn't want to look dramatic, weak or attention seeking so she keeps it all inside. Act's like everything's perfect but she cries at night, boy does she cry at night, so that everybody thinks she is the happiest person they know, that she has no problems and her life is perfect. Little do they know. Jayne Higgins

If I can’t be your love, then let me be a simple brooch so I may rest a while against your chest. If I can’t be your love, then let me be a forgotten coin so I may rest a while against your thigh. If I can’t be your love, then let me be an unlit cigarette so I may rest a while in between your lips. If I can’t be your love, then let me at least remain in these words so I may rest a while in your thoughts. . Kamand Kojouri

Nothing belongs to itself anymore. These trees are yours because you once looked at them. These streets are yours because you once traversed them. These coffee shops and bookshops, these cafés and bars, their sole owner is you. They gave themselves so willingly, surrendering to your perfume. You sang with the birds and they stopped to listen to you. You smiled at the sheepish stars and they fell into your hair. The sun and moon, the sea and mountain, they have all left from heartbreak. Nothing belongs to itself anymore. You once spoke to Him, and then God became yours. He sits with us in darkness now to plot how to make you ours.” K.K. Kamand Kojouri

I was mistaken when I said you live in my heart. How absurd I was when you live in my fingertips so that everything I touch is you. How foolish I was when you live in my toes so that everywhere I go there's you. How senseless of me to say you live in my heart when you breathe in my lungs, walk on my mind, and drink in my mouth. I came to pen another poem for you, but even every unwritten poem is you. Kamand Kojouri

I write because the security of your love allows me to develop my craft without concerning myself with trivialities – as if your love could be any more complete. But I write, in the first place, because of you, my muse. I write for your green eyes to glance at my humble words and for the pleasure of hearing you utter them. Kamand Kojouri

We start a relationship with someone not only because of how great they are but how great they make us feel. And because they have granted us this extraordinary gift–a chance to experience love, joy, compassion, and security –it is our exclusive privilege to make them feel wonderful about themselves, especially during days when they, themselves, don't feel so wonderful. Kamand Kojouri

I can cast a spell on your behalf regarding a relationship, your financial situation, future events, or whatever is important to you. I have the power and I use the power. I can change the course of your destiny. Contact me and I shall cast a spell for you. Tell me what it is you want and I shall go about my work. Is it someone or something you desire to have? Do you want wealth, or happiness, or a mate E.T.C.Chief OduduwaEmail: [email protected] . Chief Oduduwa

I don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at you. To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat. It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror. It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed. It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams. It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us. I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans –I didn’t get any sleep either. I really don’t know why we fight. It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it’s so easy for us to love. . Kamand Kojouri

Nothing humbles a beautiful woman better than not being wanted by a man whose girlfriend or wife is ugly (or not as beautiful as she is). Mokokoma Mokhonoana

I write our names on the page. What of it, if the paper will be burned? I write our names in the sand. What of it, if the shore will be washed by waves? I write our names on trees that will be cutand benches that will be painted, but what of it? I will keep on writing our namesbecause in this world of ephemera, You and I are the only constant. Kamand Kojouri

Viktor was swinging a leather duffle and wearing a black Adidas tracksuit and his favorite brown UGG slippers with a hole in the toe." Worn and old, just like Viv, " he'd say when Frankie made fun of them, and then his wife would swat him on the arm. But Frankie knew he was just joking, because Viveka was the type of woman you wished was in a magazine just so you could stare at her violet-colored eyes and shiny black hair without being called a stalker or a freak. Lisi Harrison

I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph. Kamand Kojouri

What is this lovethat makes me see beauty, and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me? What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago? What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more? Tell me: How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe? . Kamand Kojouri

I can sense your love, why leave me in darkness? Beguile me for your amusement, stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes. When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies. Kamand Kojouri

Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love? Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important. Today, I feel my worth in you. You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair, even your heartbeat is beautiful. You, who is my greatest joy, all other concerns vanish in your presence. You swallow timeand consume space, inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace. I love your existence. Kamand Kojouri

Bella. "Nathan Malone is dead." He caught her shoulders, shook her." No! " she screamed back. And she couldn't hit him. She wanted to, and she couldn't."look at me, " he yelled. "Look at me, Bella. What happened killed the man you loved. All that is left is this. The man you see now. The name name I carry now. Anything else is no possible."" No! " She pulled away from him, stumbled to her feet, and shook with the rage pounding through her. "The name may be dead, but you are not dead. "You weren't just a SEAL, " she cried. "You weren't just a friend, or a son, or a grandson, or a brother. You weren't just a warrior." She clenched her fists, pressed to her stomach as the agony swell up through every cell of her body. "You are my husband. My lover. It doesn't matter if your name is Nathan, Noah, or hey fucking you, you are my my lover. My soul. My heart. . Lora Leigh

Everything I have become, everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat: I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart. So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“ She loved. And loved. And loved.” And so, I smile now, because that is no small thing. Kamand Kojouri

I am the keeper of my husband's history. DeirdreElizabeth Parker

I wouldn't want to marry anybody who was wicked, but I think I'd like it if he could be wicked and wouldn't. L.m. Montgomery

I was steeped in denial, but my body knew. Suzanne Finnamore

I know one thing about men, " Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you want them to. Suzanne Finnamore

He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path. Suzanne Finnamore

It´s like watching someone do a triple backflip dismount and land on two feet, solid, arms splayed in the air. I know I could never do it, don´t even know where I would begin to learn, but some people are built for it. He was handcrafted to leave, had practiced on other women since adolescence. I was one of an unnumbered series. Suzanne Finnamore

I travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to not go mad, not assume I made a suicidal and well-informed error in marrying this man. Suzanne Finnamore

I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and have a child with such a person. I am not ready to think about anything, except ways in which this may still be averted. Suzanne Finnamore

I played possum. I did this, as the possum does, out of fear. Suzanne Finnamore

The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be. Suzanne Finnamore

What kind of wedding would you like?" he asked, and stole another kiss before she could reply." The kind that turns you into my husband." She touched the firm line of his mouth with her fingers. "What kind would you like?" He smiled ruefully. "A fast one. Lisa Kleypas