My husband is from Venezuela and he cries when he needs to cry!

Tweeting is a very personal form of expression. Who else could talk about my son refusing to wear a suit to meet the Pope, my husband flying a helicopter, or take a twitpic from our home?

A marriage license should not be viewed as a license for a husband to forcibly rape his wife with impunity.

Lord, I pray that my husband will be strong in the Lord and put on the whole armor of God, so he can stand against the enemy every day. Enable him to take up the shield of faith, helmet of salvation, and the sword of the Spirit, which is the Word of God.

Black women . . . work because their husbands can’t make enough money at their jobs to keep everything going. . . . They don’t go to work to find fulfillment, or adventure, or glamour and romance, like so many white women think they are doing. Black women work out of necessity.

Because when does anybody really grow up? I mean, I feel more grown up now, more in a place of solidity and peace. But I think a lot of people take on these roles as parents, or husband or wife, and immediately think ‘That’s it. I’m grown up now. Done.’

I’m not only a lawyer, I have a post doctorate degree in federal tax law from William and Mary. I work in serious scholarship and work in the United States federal tax court. My husband and I raised five kids. We’ve raised 23 foster children. We’ve applied ourselves to education reform. We started a charter...

I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.

I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.

Flannel shirts should be outlawed for ex husbands; I realize this now. Flannel shirts are to women what crotchless panties are to men.

There is so little difference between husbands you might as well keep the first.

Think of your husband as a house. You are allowed to give him a fresh coat of paint and change out the furniture now and then. But if you’re constantly trying to pour a new foundation or replace the roof, you’re in serious trouble.

I don’t think people should do things because you know, ‘I am turning this age, I must go have a husband.’ If you find somebody and it works out then have kids, it’s very nice. But if you don’t, you don’t.

Every person with ADHD already knows that destination addiction is part of their disorder. However, if it doesn’t have a positive outlet, it can destroy your life. It is not another person that will make your life better; it is the qualities in them that you admire. Incorporate those attributes into your own life and...

I don’t really cook. There are caterers, and my husband cooks.

A woman or man of value doesn’t love you because of what he or she wants you to be or do for them. He or she loves you because your combined souls understand one another, complements each other, and make sense above any other person in this world. You each share a part of their...

I know, I know. I was there, remember?” I love my husband, but he’s such an Aquarian. Ask him the time, and he’ll tell you how to make the watch.

Be the type of man a wife would cherish and a child would admire.

How Many Marriages Would Be Better If the Husband and the Wife Clearly Understood That They’re On the Same Side?

I think we all live dichotomies. I’m a father of three boys and a loyal homebody sort of husband and father. And yet I act in movies and write and direct movies.

I have a fantastic husband. Here’s the honeymoon part: I still think he’s the funniest, wittiest, most clever man I’ve ever known.

To know what should be going on in a household: spend a few minutes with the wife, or, the husband. To know what’s really going on: spend a few minutes with their kid(s).

Please take the next step to release my husband and return his children’s lives to normal.

When you live in America, it’s kind of insular – the news coverage that you get – unless you’re really smart about it and find more international news coverage. I’ve learned that from my husband. In the French culture, they talk politics.

A wife who obsesses on “fixing” her husband only succeeds in demeaning him.pg 48

Hopefully, your marriage will bring added dimensions to love. Hopefully, your unique love will bring new meaning to all our lives. That success cannot be hidden. Good improves love. Evil poisons love. Nothing proves this more dramatically than how we treat our loved ones.pg 63

I have derived enormous confidence from being a husband and father.

He is insatiable in love. His wife is a great cook.

When I was 20, my husband at the time looked at me said, ‘You’re fat; go run.’ There weren’t a lot of tools at the end of the ’70s to lose weight. It took me a while to realize what kind of exercise would make me happy and I would look forward to doing. And...

Being away from home was tough, but the challenge and the thrill of being on Broadway was so fulfilling, and I’m thankful to my husband for making it possible and holding it down at home.

I never ever, ever say anything against my husband to anyone except my husband. Everyone gets in fights, and I think the natural propensity for women is, ‘Oh I want to talk to someone.’ But the minute you take what bothers you outside the bond between you and your husband, you let someone else into...

You know you found the right one when you stop looking for “more.

I knew I wanted to get married and have a family, but it was important that my husband be a Jew; I didn’t want to have to explain what Hanukkah is.

They love having him out there. The wives were going nuts over him. Even the husbands. They’ve kind of been through everything with us, so to see Lucas is just a light.

Our wives, our families, and our churches need godly men who have discernment–discernment to deal with life and life-issues on a spiritual level.

Communication is not a one-way street.

With her high pale brow under her faded brown hair, she was like a rock washed clean by years of her husband’s absences at conventions, dinners, committee meetings or simply at the office.

My greatest privilege is being married to a gentle loving husband. I am very grateful God made our path cross.

It’s risky most of the time, but its better to listen to your heart.

As you turn into a daddy, soon now, you’ll find that, on marrying, a man and woman start actually living.

People do think you’re more intelligent if you have dark hair. But my husband definitely prefers me as a blonde.

Because I love you. Because I love you so much I’m willing to do whatever it takes to make it go differently this time.”… “Because we should be a married couple, because I never wanted to not be married to you. Because all these men out here dancing with their wives can’t possibly love them...

My husband believes that he can make a difference. He loves people.

I’m a big online everything. But for me, shopping online started with music, obviously, then it went onto books, meditation CDs, and I just recently bought these electronic cigarettes. My husband is trying to quit smoking, so I went online and I bought those BluCigs cigarettes in every flavor for him.

I think I’m going to give my baby her first food on Thanksgiving, make her some organic sweet potato. I’m very excited! It’s going to be a big day and my husband is in charge of the turkey – he’s the chef of the family!

My CD collection has a lot of world music – lots of Indian, African, Portuguese, Greek, Italian music. Because of my husband, a lot of jazz, too.

Silence is fine if I am on my own but it’s not overly sociable if my husband is around!

When I first met my husband, I needed that helping hand to take the reins and look after me.

My advice to a new husband is nothing more than ‘husbands, love your wives.’ And ‘love your wife as Christ has loved the church.’ Never forget that you are Christ’s representative in serving your wife.

We are married -and maybe this is no conventional arrangement, but it is still real.”It isn’t,” he said.”It is. What is a husband, but the man who offers you support when all the world turns you away?” Was that what he was to her? He couldn’t look at her now, or she’d see how much...