One should always be in love. That’s the reason one should never marry. – Oscar

One should always be in love. That’s the reason one should never marry.

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Oscar Wilde

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him. – Bram Stoker,

I suppose that we women are such cowards that we think a man will save us from fears, and we marry him.

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Bram Stoker,

The New Annotated Dracula

Although it is very easy to marry a wife, it is very difficult to support her along with the children and the household. Accordingly, no one

Although it is very easy to marry a wife, it is very difficult to support her along with the children and the household. Accordingly, no one notices this faith of Jacob. Indeed, many hate fertility in a wife for the sole reason that the offspring must be supported and brought up. For this is what they commonly say: Why should I marry a wife when I am a pauper and a beggar I would rather bear the burden of poverty alone and not load myself with misery and want. But this blame is unjustly fastened on marriage and fruitfulness. Indeed, you are indicting your unbelief by distrusting God s goodness, and you are bringing greater misery upon yourself by disparaging God s blessing. For if you had trust in God s grace and promises, you would undoubtedly be supported. But because you do not hope in the Lord, you will never prosper.

–
Martin Luther,

Sermons Of Martin Luther The

He swallowed and shifted his weight a little uneasily, and then said, very quietly, his lips almost touching hers, ‘Promise me you’ll marry

He swallowed and shifted his weight a little uneasily, and then said, very quietly, his lips almost touching hers, ‘Promise me you’ll marry me. Not now. Someday. Because I need to know.’
Claier felt a flutter inside, like a bird trying to fly, and a ruch of heat that made her dizzy. And something else, something fragile as a soap bubble, and just as beautiful. Joy, in the middle of all this horror and heartbreak.
‘Yes,’ she whispered back. ‘I promise.’
And she kissed him, and kissed him, and kissed him, while the sun came up and bathed Morganville in one last, shining day.

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Rachel Caine,

Last Breath