Marriage Dissatisfaction Quotes

Married sex is like being awake during your own autopsy. It is root canal work without anesthetic.

I find the whole ceremony of marriage a bit like going to work. Putting on a lovely dress and make-up, learning lines, someone doing your hair.

Other things titillate me more keenly than the pale pleasures of marriage.

Marriage is a plastic flower - marriage is an institution. And who wants to live in an institution?

I didn't think marriage worked. I thought everybody who was married was secretly miserable - that it was something they just put up with for their children.

I am his awfully-wedded wife.

Some women's love of being loved is insatiable; and so, often, is their love of loving; and in the last case they may find that they can't give it continuously to the chamber-officer appointed by the bishop's license to receive it.

Nothing positive at all in my life came from my marriage, I can tell you that.

I couldn't help wondering, is my husband so unattractive that no woman has ever wanted him? Except me, of course. I must have wanted him, in a way, once, but I've forgotten why, and I was too young to know what I was choosing.

It was not the house that grew dull, but I that grew dull in it. My wife was better than all women, and yet I could not feel it.

The common impulse is not to sustain a marriage by finding satisfaction elsewhere, but to end the marriage and set up a new one which will provide the comfort lacking in the first.

My relationship with Dean was great, but ultimately it wasn't a fulfilling marriage for either of us.

I shouldn't be married.

Even the human race can't claim to be natural anymore. We are fake, dying things. How fitting that I would end up in this sham of a marriage.

I don't want marriage. You know why? Because I did that. I did it for 32 years.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

Men are literally lying in bed with their wives when the marriage is essentially over, thinking, 'I've got to get the hell out of here', and have a fantasy woman in mind. Then you get divorced, meet a woman, marry her, and by the time all that goes by, you've aged a few years and are ready to go back to your ex-wife.

She always had a headache, or it was too hot, always, or she pretended to be asleep, or she had her period again, her period, always her period. So much so that Dr. Urbino had dared to say in class, only for the relief of unburdening himself without confession, that after ten years of marriage women had their periods as often as threes times a week.

I don't love women. Love has to be reinvented, we know that. The only thing women can ultimately imagine is security. Once they get that, love, beauty, everything else goes out the window. All they have left is cold disdain; that's what marriages live on nowadays. Sometimes I see women who ought to be happy, with whom I could have found companionship, already swallowed up by brutes with as much feeling as an old log.

No one has ever explained why it is that parents and guardians consider dull people such safe matrimonial investments for their young charges. Even granting the unsound assumption that dull people are more apt to be content with their own matrimonial fetters, they are certainly more apt to be the cause of discontent in others.

Men enter local politics solely as a result of being unhappily married.

Changing husbands is about as satisfactory as changing a bundle from one hand to the other; it gives you only temporary relief.

The trouble with many married people is that they are trying to get more out of marriage than there is in it.

The power of divorce can be given only to those who feel the inconveniences of marriage, and who are sensible of the moment when it is for their interest to make them cease.

Marriage seemed like such a small space whenever I was in it. I liked the getting married. Courtship has a plotline. But there's no plot to being married. Just the same things over and over again. Same fights, same friends, same things you do on a Saturday. The repetition would start to get to me.