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Marriage is the miracle that transforms a kiss from a pleasure into a duty.
Marriage is like twirling a baton, turning hand springs or eating with chopsticks. It looks easy until you try it.
Love, the quest marriage, the conquest divorce, the inquest.
After a few years of marriage a man can look right at a woman without seeing her and a woman can see right through a man without looking at him.
Before marriage, a man declares that he would lay down his life to serve you after marriage, he won’t even lay down his newspaper to talk to you.
After marriage, a woman’s sight becomes so keen that she can see right through her husband without looking at him, and a man’s so dull that he can look right through his wife without seeing her.
In olden times sacrifices were made at the altar – a practice which is still continued.
It isn’t tying himself to one woman that a man dreads when he thinks of marrying it’s separating himself from all the others.
A husband is what is left of a lover, after the nerve has been extracted.
Love, like a chicken salad or restaurant hash, must be taken with blind faith or it loses its flavor.