My marriage license reads, 'To whom it may concern,'
We really did. We got married.
I think just knowing you're married and having that in the back of your mind all the time - it sounds official, but it doesn't really feel any different. We don't do anything differently than we did before.
The husband and wife are one, and that one is the husband.
The jobs don't get married. The people get married.
In a month's time, I shall be able to give your Majesty news of the Comtesse de Provence, for the marriage is fixed for May 14th; they had prepared many fetes for this marriage, but now they are economising in them for want of money.
Whatever be the qualities of the man with whom a woman is united according to the law, such qualities even she assumes, like a river, united with the ocean.
Marriage was all a woman's idea and for man's acceptance of the pretty yoke, it becomes us to be grateful.
Married, Married, Married! Buried! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Whoever invented marriage was an ingenious tormentor. It is an institution committed to the dulling of the feelings. The whole point of marriage is repetition. The best it aims for is the creation of strong, mutual dependencies.
Of all actions of a man's life, his marriage does least concern other people, yet of all actions of our life tis most meddled with by other people.
I'm a married woman. I love my husband; I have a good life.
I was married by a judge. I should have asked for a jury.
