Riteish Deshmukh Quotes

I have great hopes that we shall love each other all our lives as much as if we had never married at all.

I think we take it for granted that if you are with your husband after 30 years, then he is the love of your life.

Conjugal love, or the friendship of spouses, can persist even after sexual desires have weakened, withered, and disappeared.

I love my wife. Period. Period. Period.

Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of all growths. No man or woman really knows what perfect love is until they have been married a quarter of a century.

The best romance is inside marriage; the finest love stories come after the wedding, not before.

A man's love, till it has been chastened and fastened by the feeling of duty which marriage brings with it, is instigated mainly by the difficulty of pursuit.

I'm in love with one woman. I've been in love with one woman for 31 years. She is the finest human being I have ever known.

I've only ever kissed one girl: my Dorothy. We met in 1915 and married in 1918. She died in 1970.

It's such a lovely feeling to be in love, to marry the person you love and finally to be with that person. I feel the romance should never go out of any marriage. Even after one has had kids, etc. Love never ends, na?

For a while I didn't believe in marriage. But I think I do believe in having a love. I'm not saying only one love ever, but in having a good, solid relationship. I think that's possible.

The love we have in our youth is superficial compared to the love that an old man has for his old wife.

I do believe in one true love.

I like the idea of love standing the test of time and circumstances.

Married love between man and woman is bigger than oaths guarded by right of nature.

I don't know the accident of still being married. I was the worst human being. But we were, I guess, in love. So much has happened to us to bring us together and keep us together.

One of my favorite things in the world is to be seeing two people that are really old, still holding hands, still kissing.

After five years of marriage, she is still the most beautiful and attractive woman in the world.

But Harry . . . even if we had met and married three years ago, you’d still say it wasn’t enough time.” “You’re right. I can’t think of a single day of my life that wouldn’t have been improved with you in it.” “Darling,” she whispered, her fingertips coming up to stroke his jaw, “that’s lovely. Even more romantic than comparing me to watch parts.” Harry nipped at her finger. “Are you mocking me?” “Not at all,” Poppy said, smiling. “I know how you feel about gears and mechanisms.

And when you get down to it, Lily, that is the only purpose grand enough for a human life. Not just to love but to persist in love.

Story writers say that love is concerned only with young people, and the excitement and glamour of romance end at the altar. How blind they are. The best romance is inside marriage; the finest love stories come after the wedding, not before.

[O]ur honeymoon will shine our life long: its beams will only fade over your grave or mine.

Early love is exciting and exhilarating. It's light and bubbly. Anyone can love like that. But after three children, after a separation and a near-divorce, after you've hurt each other and forgiven each other, bored each other and surprised each other, after you've seen the worst and the best-- well, that sort of love is ineffable. It deserves its own word.

Thoughtfulness is like a glue that hold a married couple together. Be creative and consistent in finding thoughtful ways to show your spouse that you love them and they are always on your mind.

A woman is never so happy as when she is being wooed. Then she is mistress of all she surveys, the cynosure of all eyes, until that day of days when she sails down the aisle, a vision in white, lovely as the stefanotis she carries, borne translucent on her father's manly arm to be handed over to her new father-surrogate. If she is clever, and if her husband has the time and the resources, she will insist on being wooed all her life; more likely she will discover that marriage is not romantic, that husbands forget birthdays and aniversaries and seldom pay compliments, are often perfunctory.