Marital Issues Quotes

“If your love for another person doesn’t include loving yourself then your love is incomplete.”
― Shannon L. Alder

“Marriage is a full-time job; wooing is your application, courtship your interview, engagement your job offer, and honeymoon, your orientation.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Of course happy couples fight! Two strong minds coming together are never going to agree on everything, and it’s healthy to express those feelings. But what we had to learn was that it was the way we were expressing our feelings that wasn’t healthy. Shouting doesn’t make anyone feel better. Storming off doesn’t fix any problems.”
― Christina Lauren, The Honey-Don't List

“Mothers are not simply models of femininity to their daughters but also examples of how a woman reacts to a man. Daughters learn about fathers, and men, not only by being with Dad but also by observing their parent's marital relationship-- or its unraveling.

When mothers and fathers are supportive or each other, it makes each of their paternal jobs infinitely easier. And parents who cannot bear being in one another's presence reveal as much, if not more, to a child about romantic love as anything the mother or father might say.”
― Victoria Secunda, Women And Their Fathers: The Sexual and Romantic Impact of the First Man In Your Life

“[S]he'd realized that he had loved her only because she belonged to him.”
― Lauren Oliver, Rooms

“If God had a wife He would be in just as much trouble as any man.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Marriage is not a frozen tableau, however. It is always moving, even if the participants don’t sense its motion.”
― Rebecca Rowland, White Trash and Recycled Nightmares

“Children are God’s or nature’s practical joke on couples—that which is produced by passion then proceeds to nearly kill it.”
― Dennis Prager, Happiness Is a Serious Problem: A Human Nature Repair Manual

“Be calm when your wife yells at you, calmer when she chastens you, but be terrified when she ignores you.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“Treat marriage like a diamond necklace; if broken, fix it, but do not throw it away.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo

“We live with mutual thought processes in relationships; less with the physical attractions, less with the fame, less with the social status, and less with any sort of materialistic attributes.”
― Rajasaraswathii, Success-Talks : For Evolution of Your Success

“Jay got up and walked to the trash to scrape off his plate, but when the trash can popped open, he stopped and reached in. Mae got cold inside. Shit. That was where she had put everything from her satisfying clear-out earlier in the day, and she hadn't covered up the things she was discarding with other trash, as she usually did. Damn it! She knew exactly what was coming. Jay stood up with a ratty stuffed chicken in his hand.
"You can't throw this away. Ryder loves this."
He did, but Mae hated it. The little stuffed chicken---a gift from her sister when Ryder was born---had grown gray and smelly and was beyond washing, and Mae had been able to slip it away from Ryder's bed for several nights running. With the trip, she figured he would forget about it, although she'd felt a tiny twinge of regret as she'd stuffed it into the trash can. It was just that it was so gross now, and there were so many stuffies. If she didn't get rid of them, they'd take over.
"He doesn't care about it. Not really," she said. It sounded weak, even to her. "It's so filthy, Jay. He's little. He'll like other things. It's just junk, anyway."
Jay turned on her. "You don't always get to decide what's junk, Mae. You don't get to pick and choose everything we have and everything we do and everywhere we go."
"I don't. Just---some things. And it's not the same."
Throwing away a toy was not the same as making all their life decisions---and how could she not make decisions right now, when everything Jay wanted to do felt so precarious? Couldn't he see that they wanted the same things, for the world to stay nice and safe and solid around Madison and Ryder and around themselves? She knew Jay had moved around a lot as a kid, and that at least once his dad had handed him a shoebox and told him if it didn't fit in there, it couldn't come. But sometimes you had to get rid of those things, even things you once loved, to make room for better things.
And sometimes you made mistakes. Don't bring up the baseball glove. Don't bring up the baseball glove.
She hadn't known the baseball glove was a perfectly worn-in classic Rawlings. Or that Jay had been hoping Madison or Ryder might use it someday. All she'd seen was that it was old. And kinda moldy. She honestly hadn't thought he would notice it was gone.”
― K.J. Dell'Antonia, The Chicken Sisters

“The next morning, when she bent to buckle Ryder into the taxi to go to the airport, he was clutching the chicken tightly to his chest, looking so much like his father that it made Mae catch her breath with a combination of fear and love. "Daddy told me to take special care of my chicken," her said. "We gave it a new name, not just Chicken." He paused, then pronounced the name carefully. "Raw-lings. We called it Rawlings."
Damn.”
― K.J. Dell'Antonia, The Chicken Sisters

“Jane ordered the short ribs. The meat fell apart as soon as she touched it and she ate each bite with a little bit of the mashed potatoes, which were salty, creamy perfection. If Mike was there, she knew he would've substituted steamed spinach for the potatoes, and just thinking about it made her sad.
She always suspected that Mike didn't like Sullivan's. He would never admit this, but he made comments that hinted at it. The food, he said, was too heavy. The decor was too dark. "I always leave Sullivan's smelling like a French fry," Mike said once, years earlier. It was an offhand comment, but it had offended her just the same. "My whole family smells like French fries," she said.
It was true---the air of Sullivan's was always filled with the smell of oil from the fryers in the back and it clung to your coat and hair long after you were gone. Jane never minded this---it reminded her of her grandfather; it smelled like home.”
― Jennifer Close, Marrying the Ketchups

“குழைய சோறு வடிச்சு, நெய் பருப்புப் போட்டுப் பிசைஞ்சு, குழந்தைய இடுப்புல வெச்சு, நிலா காட்டி சோறு ஊட்டறப்ப, இதே வாய் நாளைக்கு நம்மை அசிங்கமா திட்டலாம்னு எத்தனை பேர் நினைச்சுப்பார்க்கிறோம்? ஊட்டி வளக்கற தாய் புண்பட்டுப்போக இதே வாய் காரணம்னு யார் நினைக்கிறோம்? பிஞ்சுக்கால் நோவுமேன்னு ராத்திரி படுக்கறதுக்கு முன்ன தைலம் தடவுவோம், எண்ணெய் தேச்சு உருவி வெந்நீர் ஊத்துவோம்... ஆனா, இதே காலால நாளைக்கு நம்மை உதைச்சு விரட்டலாம்னு எதிர்பார்க்கறோமோ? ம்ஹூம், இல்ல! பக்கத்து வீட்டுல எதிர்வீட்டுல இந்த அநியாயம் நித்தம் நடக்கறதைக் கண்ணால பார்த்தப்பறம்கூட, இது நமக்கும் நாளைக்கு வரலாம்னு யார் யோசிக்கறோம்? எதிர்காலத்துக்காக யார் நம்மைத் தயார் பண்ணிக்கறோம்? ம்ஹூம், ஒன்னுமில்ல! என் பிள்ளை, என் பெண்ணு, என் மருமகன்னு வாரிக்கட்டிக்கறோம்... நாளைக்குத் தங்கத்தட்டுல நம்மைத் தாங்கிடுவாங்கன்னு கோட்டை கட்டறோம்... அதான் நிஜத்துல வேற மாதிரி நடக்கிறப்ப, இடிஞ்சுபோயிடறோம்!”
― Sivasankari, Nerunji Mul

“I always miss my wife, even when she's right in front of me.”
― Sandi Tan, The Black Isle