The perfect family doesn't exist, nor is there a perfect husband or a perfect wife, and let's not talk about the perfect mother-in-law! It's just us sinners. A healthy family life requires frequent use of three phrases: "May I? Thank you, and I'm sorry" and "never, never, never end the day without making peace."— Pope Francis
Powerful Perfect Husband quotations
Don't wait for everything to be perfect before you decide to enjoy your life.
When talking about marriage, Allah says your spouses are garments for you.
A garment may or may not fit perfectly-but either way, it covers imperfections, protects, and beautifies.
Women have a wonderful instinct about things. They can discover everything except the obvious.
Continuous improvement is better than delayed perfection.
The amount of women in London who flirt with their own husbands is perfectly scandalous. It looks so bad. It is simply washing one's clean linen in public.
I try to be the best husband I can be, and if people respect that, that's cool.
But there's no "perfect husband." We just all try to do the best we can, you know what I mean?
There is no one perfect way to be a good mother.
.. Each mother has different challenges, different skills and abilities, and certainly different children... What matters is that a mother loves her children deeply and, in keeping with the devotion she has for God and her husband, prioritizes them above all else.
Today is the perfect day to be happy.
Perfection is a theory. You cannot be a perfect human being, perfect artist. You cannot be a perfect husband, you cannot be a perfect father probably and probably I am not. But go through your daily routine with hope you will be a little better in all respects, and do something meaningful
No matter what I do on the baseball field, no matter how hard I try to be a good player, no matter how hard I try to be a good father or a good husband, I can never do enough. I can never be perfect in this world. But God's there to tell me that it's not what you do, it's whom you believe in and it's Him loving me.
Love seems the swiftest, but it is the slowest of growths
Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.
O, if my husband could only love me even a little and not seem to be perfectly indifferent to any sensation of that kind... O my poor aching heart when shall it rest its burden only on the Lord.
I would love to have the power to be the just eternally perfect husband so my wife would always be happy; that would take me to heaven if I could figure that one out.
Families were never what you wanted them to be.
We all wanted what we couldn't have: the perfect child, the doting husband, the mother who wouldn't let go. We live in our grown-up dollhouses completely unaware that, at any moment, a hand might come in and change around everything we'd become accustomed to.
Have no fear of perfection. You'll never reach it.
A perfect wife is one who helps her husband with the dishes.
I imagined that the priestly ceremony was perfect sanctification, and that the sin of sins was for either husband or wife to be false to that relation.
I have three wonderful children. My husband is an absolutely wonderful, perfect husband and a father, most of all.
Love isn't finding a perfect person. It's seeing an imperfect person perfectly.
It is not the perfect, but the imperfect, who have need of love.
We were both sort of bowled over by the fact that we were married.
It wasn't a question of 'Have we done the right thing?' It was all perfectly natural that we should be together. But John didn't get a real chance to be first a real husband or later, a real father. Once he got on the Beatles bangwagon he couldn't get off, even if he wanted to.
Refecting on the high divorce rate in America as contrasted with England "American women expect to find in their husbands a perfection that English women only hope to find in their butlers
There's no need to be perfect to inspire others. Let people get inspired by how you deal with your imperfections.
Perfection is what American women expect to find in their husbands.
.. but English women only hope to find in their butlers.
[On husband Gavin Rossdale:] We're a perfect couple. He cooks, and I eat.
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.
And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be good.
Geniuses are horrid, intolerant, easily offended, sleeplessly self-conscious men, who expect their wives to be angels with no further business in life than to pet and worship their husbands. Even at the best they are not comfortable men to live with; and a perfect husband is one who is perfectly comfortable to live with.
We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings in the way that boys are.
If we have sons, we don't mind knowing about our sons' girlfriends, but our daughters' boyfriends? God forbid. But of course when the time is right, we expect those girls to bring back the perfect man to be their husband.
American women expect to find in their husbands a perfection that English women only hope to find in their butlers.
Pleasure in the job puts perfection in the work.
I have perfected the art of putting my feet on my husband's lap during awards ceremonies so he can rub them.
I always felt that with luxury came cruelty.
I do my best to live a happy, prosperous life, but I don't indulge in a lot of luxury. My husband and I are very mindful of what we eat and what we wear. I don't visit places that exploit animals or buy things that are derived from cruelty. I'm sure I'm not perfect, but I make a conscious effort to do no harm and always support people, places, or things that are on the up-and-up.
It was like everything that supported the relationship was coming from the outside. Judging by all the signs, we were a perfectly successful couple and John was an ideal husband for me - rich, blond, tall, sensitive, ad nauseam. But even worse, it seemed as if our most intimate conversations were based on what we were supposed to be saying, and what we were supposed to be. Nothing seemed to come directly from us.
I don't know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
Personally, I think four is the perfect number of children for our particular family. Four is enough to create the frenzied cacophony that my husband and I find so joyful.
There are few wives so perfect as not to give their husbands at least once a day good reason to repent of ever having married, or at least of envying those who are unmarried.
Never marry something until you've established the perfect pizza ratio.
..The premise is simple. My husband and I knew we were made for each other because we're a 6:2 ratio, six slices for him and two for me...Never marry a man who wants two slices one week and four the next. They're undependable and highly unpredictable and will likely dump you for some Internet honey who says she doesn't mind his back hair.
Love is when you sit beside someone doing nothing, yet you feel perfectly happy
Ego's trick is to make us lose sight of our interdependence.
That kind of ego-thought gives us a perfect justification to look out only for ourselves. But that is far from the truth. In reality we all depend on each other and we have to help each other. The husband has to help his wife, the wife has to help the husband, the mother has to help her children, and the children are supposed to help the parents too, whether they want to or not.
Why? I mean, why you? I can perfectly comprehend not liking my husband.
I dislike him intensely most of the time.” Professor Lyall stifled a chuckle. “I am given to understand that he does not approve of spelling one’ s name with two ll’s. He finds it inexcusably Welsh. I suspect he may be quite taken with you, however.
Normal. She wasn't normal. A girl Graced with killing, a royal thug? A girl who didn't want the husbands Randa pushed on her, perfectly handsome and thoughtful men, a girl who panicked at the thought of a baby at her breast, or clinging to her ankles.
Living to an extraordinary age, she mourned them all equally as she buried her husband and, one by one, her children. In this suffering she found the best sort of perfection--the kind that never demands it of others.
A woman's life is not perfect or whole till she has added herself to a husband.
Nor is a man's life perfect or whole till he has added to himself a wife.