Marrying For The Wrong Reasons Quotes & Sayings

Being born into the Royal Family is like being born into a mental asylum. Marrying into it is not something to be taken lightly. — John Lydon

You're going to destroy me," I whisper.
And then he is shaking even more, and I realize it's because he is crying. Not just crying, but the kind of bone-deep crying that only comes from grief. From the deepest sorrow. The kind of crying that tears deep down into the soul from some wound that time can never touch. — Dawn Kurtagich

You would be better off having nobody than the wrong somebody. (On marrying for the wrong reasons.) — Joyce Meyer

Virtue she finds too painful an endeavour, content to dwell in decencies for ever. — Alexander Pope

She spoke to him of her problems, and that made him forget his own. She told him that he was intelligent, thoughtful, becoming, and deeply magnetic - everything he wanted so badly for her to see in him. Attention is the greatest gift when you're too afraid to pay it to yourself, the wind ruminates. — Samuel Armen

The New Testament, and to a very large extent the Old, is the soul of man. You cannot criticize it. It criticizes you. — Johnny Appleseed

Variety is the soul of pleasure. — Aphra Behn

Real religion is about, developing real character; character of compassion, character of humility, the character of determination to grow in all circumstances. — Radhanath Swami

There are those who would keep us slipping back into the darkness of division, into the snake pit of racial hatred, of racial antagonism and of support for symbols of the struggle to keep African-Americans in bondage. — Carol Moseley Braun

Slim and curving sickle of the moon — Cameron Dokey

It's nice to be liked, but it's better to be respected. — Habeeb Akande

My family gets incredibly tense and stressed out around traveling. There's something really beautiful in that vulnerability. — Jill Soloway

If you look at someone like Joe Strummer or John Lennon, when you heard their music you knew that they wrote it and they cared about it. — Moby

The snow filled the air with a soft grey-blue mist, softening the wind and gunfire, bringing the earth and sky together into one swaying blur.
The snow fell on Bach's shoulders; it was as though flakes of silence were falling on the still Volga, on the dead city, on the skeletons of horses. It was snowing everywhere, on earth and on the stars; the whole universe was full of snow. Everything was disappearing beneath it: guns, the bodies of the dead, filthy dressings, rubble, scraps of twisted iron.
This soft, white snow settling over the carnage of the city was time itself; the present was turning into the past, and there was no future. — Vasily Grossman