the growth of intimacy is like that. First one gives off his best picture, the bright and finished product mended with bluff and falsehood and humour. Then more details are required and one paints a second portrait, and a third – before long the best lines cancel out – and the secret is exposed at last; the planes of the pictures have intermingled and given us away, and though we paint and paint we can no longer sell a picture. We must be satisfied with hoping that such fatuous accounts of ourselves as we make to our wives and children and business associates are accepted as true
Teenage boys, goaded by their surging hormones run in packs like the primal horde. They have only a brief season of exhilarating liberty between control by their mothers and control by their wives.
The most memorable is always the current one. The rest just merge into a sea of blondes. (On wives)
Pastors started killing their church members and church members killed pastors. Husbands killed wives. It's a situation no one can describe.
I admit that Mendeleev has two wives, but I have only one Mendeleev.
Fans always ask me to marry them so I'll have a lot of wives
Since all the maids are good and lovable, from whence come the bad wives?
Show me 12 drunkards and I will show you 12 nagging wives.
Grief for a dead Wife, and a troublesome Guest, Continues to the threshold, and there is at rest; But I mean such wives as are none of the best
I have survived two wars, two wives and Hitler.
Come, let us choose us wives from among the children of men and beget us children.
The coyest maids make the fondest wives.
Speaking of love, one problem that recurs more and more frequently these days, in books and plays and movies, Is the inability of people to communicate with the people they love: husbands and wives who can't communicate, Children who can't communicate with their parents, and so on. And the characters in these books and plays and so on, And in real life, I might add, spend hours bemoaning the fact that they can't communicate. I feel that if a person can't communicate, the very least he can do is to shut up!
Men of sense, whatever you may choose to say, do not want silly wives.
LEAD, n. A heavy blue-gray metal much used in giving stability to light lovers - particularly to those who love not wisely but other men's wives.
Henry VIII had so many wives because his dynastic sense was very strong whenever he saw a maid of honour.
I was amongst the virtues like the great Turk in his seraglio of women, and I chose to dwell with that virtue which looked the fairest in my eyes and gave me at that season most pleasure. In short, I made wives of them: I first admired them, then made them my own property, and if they would not submit to my will, I again turned them off and divorced them.
My fans are very forgiving. So are my wives and my kids.
The universities do not teach all things. . . so a doctor must seek out old wives, gypsies, sorcerers, wandering tribes, old robbers, and such outlaws and take lessons from them. A doctor must be a traveller. . . Knowledge is experience.
I don't think there are any men who are faithful to their wives.