Husband Quotes

I love being my husband's wife.

I want people to see how hard my husband and kids work on the ranch.

The woman who can't influence her husband to vote the way she wants ought to be ashamed of herself.

What does one tell a husband? One tells him nothing.

As a matter of fact, I've been to Italy many times before I met my husband, which he can't even imagine that I could possibly know anything about Italian food. But, you know, Italian food's really basic, and there's so many different variations on it that what my husband did is he broke it down for me.

I have to say that my husband and my children are so tough, there really is no space for pretension.

A little in drink, but at all times your faithful husband.

I don't know what makes a marriage work. My husband and I don't have it right at all; it's very tough on him. From the outside it looks like it's all about me - I have a glorious career and he doesn't.

My husband believes that he can make a difference. He loves people.

All women should know how to take care of children. Most of them will have a husband some day.

The only time a wife listens to her husband is when he's asleep.

This is how psychiatry has functioned-as a kind of property arm of the government, who can put you away if your husband doesn't like you.

In 1973, a woman could not get a credit card without her husband or father or a male signing off on it.

In a way, my past gives me a little credibility. Not that anybody cares what I did nineteen years ago, but I did have a career, and a legitimate one, before I met my husband.

None of my actions have ever sort of been motored by the search for a husband or wondering if I was going to have a family someday or wanting to live in a really great house or thinking it would be really great to have a diamond.

I know my husband really loves me because he takes me to have ribs. He says I'm the only girl he ever took out who actually ate anything on her plate, as opposed to pushing it around.

That got me to L.A. and reintroduced me to my future husband.

It has not been an easy cross to bear. It has caused considerable confusion. My husband constantly complained about the awkwardness of being married to a woman whom he called Sister.

I have the greatest husband. The baby is my main focus right now. We're both so excited. I mean, this is definitely the happiest moment in my life.

I've never written about my husband, Steve, or any of my children because I know them all too well. I see them in all their complexities which makes them impossible to render on the printed page.

All of a sudden their husband's dead and maybe a child is dead and they have absolutely nothing - and they're heading through the desert at night.

I try to be a better dad and husband than I do pretend rock star.

It is long since I could have adventured on eternity, through God's mercy and Christ's merits; but death remained somewhat terrible, and that now is taken away; and now death is no more to me, but to cast myself into my husband's arms, and to lie down with Him.

I was in civil society long before I was ever in politics or my husband was ever even elected president.

I feel like a different person since my mum passed away, like I'm driving a ship with my husband alongside me and we're leading these four children into unknown waters.

The easiest gift to give my husband is anything to do with airlines and flying.

The experience of creating my adventure games was, other than marrying my husband and bringing into the world my two sons, the most fulfilling, wonderful experience I ever had.

You come on as a guest. You don't get the girl anymore. But that is our lives. You start off as the boyfriend, then you are the lover, then you are the husband, then you are the father, and then you are the grandfather.

When I first got married to my husband, he had boxes full of photos of my two stepsons, ages 5 and 8 at the time, and I put them together in some little albums and wrote notes about how happy I was that they were a part of my life.

There hardly can be a greater difference between any two men, than there too often is, between the same man, a lover and a husband.