A dream you dream alone is only a dream. A dream you dream together is reality.— Yoko Ono
Bumbling I Love My Husband quotations
My hobbies are cooking and gardening, especially growing orchids.
I love soccer, my husband and I support a British team called Chelsea, and I also enjoy tennis. We have 3 cats.
I live by my own rules (reviewed, revised, and approved by my wife).. but still my own.
My husband and I are best of friends first and foremost.
We fight like cats and dogs, but never stay mad for long. I was lucky to find him, he is in every way, my soulmate.
Several Americans, unjustly detained by Iran, are finally coming home.
In some cases, these Americans faced years of continued detention, and I've met with some of their families. I've seen their anguish, how they ache for their sons and husbands. I gave these families my word. I made a vow that we would do everything in our power to win the release of their loved ones, and we have been tireless.
A dream you dream alone is only a dream.
I come here tonight as a sister, blessed with a brother who is my mentor, my protector and my lifelong friend. And I come here as a wife who loves my husband and believes he will be an extraordinary president.
My husband and I make physical activity a priority in our lives, and our daughters love being active as well. And while we each have sports and activities we enjoy, we try to go for hikes or bike rides together whenever we get the chance. We've found that the best way to help our girls be active is to find activities they truly enjoy.
I would step in the way of a bullet if it were aimed at my husband.
It is not self-sacrifice to die protecting that which you value: If the value is great enough, you do not care to exist without it.
The impetus to grow and live intensely is so powerful in me I cannot resist it.
I will work, I will love my husband, but I will fulfill myself.
My husband is so useless that it's hard for me to be romantic with him.
I get down on the floor and say, If you love me, blink your eyes.
I put in my list all the busy, useful independent spinsters I know, for liberty is a better husband than love to many of us.
I hope you will love your baby. I hope it will be a boy. That husband of yours, I hope, will always treat you well, because otherwise my specter shall come out of him, like black smoke, like a demented giant, and pull him apart nerve by nerve. ... I am thinking of aurochs and angels, the secret of durable pigments, prophetic sonnets, the refuge of art. And this is the only immortality you and I may share, my Lolita.
Caviar used to be my drug of choice, but since my husband is on a no-salt diet, I've kind of given it up. I still have dreams of sitting down and gorging, though. I love it with a good vodka; I don't like it with champagne.
I don’t care what people think…I learned a long time ago…I was 19 and had a very traumatic experience….and I learned that I have to go to bed with myself at night and that I have to please myself…and as long as I don’t go out of my way to offend anybody that I love, upset my mother or my husband…I’ll do my own thing. And if the public doesn’t like it, it’s their problem, not mine.
I’m a hopeless romantic. I buy things because I fall in love with them. I never buy anything just because it’s valuable. My husband used to say I look at a piece of fabric and listen to the threads. It tells me a story. It sings me a song. I have to get a physical reaction when I buy something. A coup de foudre – a bolt of lightning. It’s fun to get knocked out that way!
Sometimes people let the same problem make them miserable for years when they could just say, "So what." "My mother didn't love me." So what. "My husband won't ball me. So what. "I'm a success but I'm still alone." So what. I don't know how I made it through all the years before I learned how to do that trick. It took a long time for me to learn it, but once you do, you never forget.
When I'm home, I spend Sunday with my husband.
If we're not cooking, we travel around in our camper, stop at fast-food restaurants, and picnic. We love that stuff that will harden your arteries in a hurry.
I don't have maids or servants, and my husband and I love waking up early and going to the 24-hour supermarket when there is nobody else there.
A real important thing is that, though I rely on my husband for love, I rely on myself for strength.
Yeah, but before anything, I think in 6 years somehow I've grown up to have a beautiful home, 2 beautiful stepchildren, a beautiful husband, my family is healthy and happy. I'm financially ok and I do what I love for a living. That's what I think, and I think god, how did I get so lucky.
Any husband who says, "My wife and I are completely equal partners," is talking about either a law firm or a hand of bridge.
I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth.
I hold myself supremely blest -- blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband's life as fully as he is mine.
You — you strange — you almost unearthly thing! — I love as my own flesh.
You — poor and obscure, and small and plain as you are — I entreat to accept me as a husband.
During the long drag of years before our youngest child went to school, my love for my family and my need to write were in acute conflict. The problem was really that I put two things first. My husband and children came first. So did my writing. Bump.
I don't think I'm good in bed. My husband never said anything, but after we made love he'd take a piece of chalk and outline my body.
I'm a double bagger. Not only does my husband put a bag over my face when we're making love, but he also puts a bag over his head in case mine falls off.
I said to my husband, 'Why don't you call out my name when we're making love?' He said, 'I don't want to wake you up.'
I see love developing from friendship.
Common ground is a strong basis for friendship. My husband is my best friend and we have a lot in common even though we're admittedly different people. I think it evolves from how I see relationships working. You know, the opposites attract thing happens all the time, but so does the best friends thing. It's just a great kind of relationship in fiction.
I am happier when I love than when I am loved.
I adore my husband, my son, my grandchildren, my mother, my dog, and frankly, I don't know if they even like me. But who cares? Loving them is my joy.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Many things inspire me. First and foremost, my family, my husband, and our son. I find that the love we share fills me up and makes me see and appreciate life in a different way.
In the '50s you had to wear pink ribbons if you were a girl, and you were supposed to become a hairdresser or a secretary. I couldn't stomach it. Later on, when I fell in love with my husband and had children, that's when my mother's earthiness or sense of femaleness kicked in.
I love acting, of course, but being with my husband and my children always brought me the greatest joy and happiness in life.
I love my husband, but it is nothing like a conversation with a woman that understands you. I grow so much from those conversations.
I love being around my friends and my family and spending time with my husband. I like being normal and recharging my batteries, and I feel like I have the coolest job in the world where I get to get on stage and perform and get to do a lot of really amazing things.
I love road trips! My husband and I love that. We bought a truck with a bench seat so we could put the dog in the middle.
But of course I love my Japanese fans and the show must go on, no matter the daily aftershocks or husband kidnappings! It's not right but it's okay
I desperately loved my husband and I wanted to share everything together, and I thought that we were a very good team.
I think when I came into marriage -- especially when you've had divorced parents like myself... You'd want to try even harder to make it work and you don't want to fall back into a pattern that you've seen happen in your own family. I desperately want it to work; I desperately love my husband and I wanted to share everything together. And I thought that we were a very good team.
Knowing my husband they way I do, this is what he lives for - real competition. And I don't think he was ever satisfied when he was with the WWE. He just loves the thrill of competition.
If you were not already my dearly loved husband I should certainly fall in love with you.
My father showed me so much love. He showed my brother so much love. He just, he had a rough life. You know, he grew up in a boys home in the Bronx. He didn't really know his own family. So I couldn't hold it against him that he didn't know how to parent. He didn't know how to be the perfect husband. But he loved as much as he could.
I'm married, you know. I love my husband and I have a child.
The only time I feel pressured is when some woman's husband comes over and says, "Will you go ask my wife to dance? She's a great dancer and would just love to dance with you."Suddenly there's a crowd of people standing around us and they expect that they're about to see Fred and Ginger. Here the woman and I have just met, and these people think that it's showtime. That is the only time I think it is really embarrassing.