My Husband Quotes Page 2

One of my ex-husbands thought I had a breast job.

They looked bigger. I just got the proper lingerie.

I'm just not comfortable with that society stuff.

I mean, we were just invited to the White House, but my husband won't take me because he knows I don't want to go.

I felt really bad for someone who is swimming in so much hate.

I just thought, that's someone who's in a really bad spot, and I am in such a happy spot. I laugh my head off every day with my husband and my kids who are mooning me and singing me songs.

The reason I met my husband was because I remembered a friend's birthday.

The moral of the story is: Remember people's birthdays.

My husband will never chase another woman. He's too fine, too decent, too old.

My husband may have his faults, but he has never lied to me.

I have too much work on my hands and I would not be a dutiful husband.

There will come a day, I promise you, when the thought of your son, or daughter, or your wife or your husband, brings a smile to your lips before it brings a tear to your eye. It will happen. My prayer for you is that day will come sooner than later.

No, I don't understand my husband's theory of relativity, but I know my husband, and I know he can be trusted.

When we believe in our thoughts, when we tell ourselves a story, we suffer.

'My husband doesn't respect me.' 'I should be thinner.' Those are stories. When there's no story, there's no suffering.

My grandmother flew only once in her life, and that was the day she and her new husband ascended into the skies of Victorian London in the wicker basket of a hot-air balloon. They were soon to emigrate to Canada, and the aerial ride was meant to be a last view of their beloved England.

I think God made a woman to be strong and not to be trampled under the feet of men. I've always felt this way because my mother was a very strong woman, without a husband.

Art is a tyrant. It demands heart, brain, soul, body. The entireness of the votary. Nothing less will win its highest favor. I wed art. It is my husband, my world, my life dream, the air I breathe. I know nothing else, feel nothing else, think nothing else.

All I wanted was a little piece of life, to be married, to have children.

... I was trying my damnedest to lead a conventional life, for that was how I was brought up, and it was what my husband wanted of me. But one can't build little white picket fences to keep the nightmares out.

My mother was an ex-nun, and my father was a Franciscan brother, so I grew up believing in Jesus the way anyone would believe in Mom's first husband.

I love my husband, but it is nothing like a conversation with a woman that understands you. I grow so much from those conversations.

A dream you dream alone is only a dream.

My husband, who's the greatest actor in the world, can do anything.

Look at what he did in The Critic and Oedipus. In every role he gets-he did this in Richard the Third-there's nothing he can't do, nothing. Just nothing.

I finally had a honeymoon with my husband in Italy.

My husband and I have never considered divorce... murder sometimes, but never divorce.

I love England though; I've been back a few times and just love it. My favorite thing to do there is going to museums and all the castles. Oh, and my husband and I went mountain biking across England on our honeymoon!

After we put my son to bed, my husband and I curl up and watch a movie or TV.

That's when I finally put up my feet and have my glass of wine and a brownie.

My grandmother was a very tough woman. She buried three husbands and two of them were just napping.

The only way I'd be caught without makeup is if my radio fell in the bathtub while I was taking a bath and electrocuted me and I was in between makeup at home. I hope my husband would slap a little lipstick on me before he took me to the morgue.

Nobody has ever respected me and done things for me and loved me.

So when Howard (former husband J. Howard Marshall II) came along, it was a blessing. He is the only person in my life who does not care about what other people say about me. He truly loves me and I love him for it.

I cannot here avoid giving my most decided sufferage in favour of the moral qualities of maniacs. I have no where met, excepting in romances, with fonder husbands, more affectionate parents, more impassioned . . . than in the lunatic asylum, during their intervals of calmness and reason.

I have only one real hobby - my husband.

When a man opens a car door for his wife, it's either a new car or a new wife.

My wife dresses to kill. She cooks the same way.

If ever two were one, then surely we. If ever man were loved by wife, then thee.

The doctor told Phil, my then husband, that my condition was really bad news.

They had found an artery tearing and said I could die. They said they could try to patch it up but it could go horribly wrong. It all turned out okay in the end but it was touch and go.

My ideal guy is my future husband. Not sure who he is yet, but he's out there. What impresses me in a gay guy? A warm smile, stubble, easy to talk to, thoughtful tattoos, kind eyes, wit, positivity, wanderlust, ambition, and a cute ass.

I don't know whether my husband is a genius or not, but he certainly has a dirty mind.

For years my wedding ring has done its job.

It has led me not into temptation. It has reminded my husband numerous times at parties that it's time to go home. It has been a source of relief to a dinner companion. It has been a status symbol in the maternity ward.

I've heard it said that winning an Oscar means you live five years longer.

If that's true I want to thank the academy because my husband is younger than me.

When my creative side isn't being fulfilled, I see it affect me in a negative way and I'm not able to become that father/husband/man that I want to be. So it's almost like this dark half that you have to satiate in order to become full, in order to become a good person.