A woman’s place in public is to sit beside her husband, be silent, and be sure her hat is on straight.
My husband’s family is military. Preparation is just, from that family perspective, it’s just a part of what makes sense to do. You buy insurance for your house; you have a go bag.
My husband gave me a necklace. It’s fake. I requested fake. Maybe I’m paranoid, but in this day and age, I don’t want something around my neck that’s worth more than my head.
I am extremely lucky that I have a husband who is so supportive. He’s not in the slightest bit jealous or worried about the things I do in certain scenes.
The fact that I’m very close with my past relationships is something I pride myself on. My mom is still close to her first husband. It’s nice to be able to enjoy someone in a different form.
I think I’m a better doctor than I am a husband. I give myself a good grade as a doctor, then the next best grade as a father, and the worst grade as a husband.
They see a work ethic in both of us. But, they also see that my husband is more in control of his future, and I am more reliant on other sources for my career.
To believe that your husband, wife, parents, kids, boss, job, bank account, or body is even partly responsible for your emotions, to think that there are bullets ‘out there’ that you have to contend with, that there are stressful life events to overcome, is to miss something vital.
I had promised my husband never to accept another engagement. It was hard. It was not a very happy time for me.
It is helpful for a woman artist not to have a husband.
I blame my mother for my poor sex life. All she told me was ‘the man goes on top and the woman underneath.’ For three years my husband and I slept in bunk beds.
From the cradle to the grave she is subject to the power and control of man. Father, guardian, or husband, one conveys her like some piece of merchandise over to the other.
Ages of experience have taught humanity that the commitment of a husband and wife to love and to serve one another promotes the welfare of children and the stability of society.
My husband came up to Hot Rocks to check up on me, why is still unknown to me because if I was to cheat on him it wouldn’t be in a neighborhood bar where he knows I am.
When I’m not working on the ground, spending time with my husband and daughter puts me at ease.
My greatest pleasure is spending time with my family: my husband and daughter, but also my mother, my three sisters, and their families.
I’ll admit it: I’m a control freak. I am. If I’m going to do something, I’m going to do it 110% or there’s no point in doing it at all, especially if the work takes me away from time with my husband and children.
No one can doubt that the sufferings of the sober, virtuous woman, in legal subjection to the mastership of a drunken, immoral husband and father over herself and children, not only from physical abuse, but from spiritual shame and humiliation, must be such as the man himself can not possibly comprehend.
I tell everyone in the world that I have always been the best father I could be and that I was the worst husband. Wooo!
I don’t have maids or servants, and my husband and I love waking up early and going to the 24-hour supermarket when there is nobody else there.
I don’t let the children watch TV on weeknights. They practice playing musical instruments instead. Both my sons play piano, drums and guitar, so my husband and I listen to them in the evening.
I love my husband very much. I knew it was real true love because I felt like I could be myself around that person. Your true, true innermost authentic self, the stuff you don’t let anyone else see, if you can be that way with that person, I think that that’s real love.
I can’t whistle. My husband makes fun of me for that.
I have had five phenomenal children, a great husband and, even though we are separated, we are good friends.
I met my husband before I became a star, and he doesn’t care about any of it.
The relationship between husband and wife should be one of closest friends.
The activity of being a husband, a father – those are roles, too, but underneath them is the spiritual center that connects us all, and that’s what’s most important.
The only time I ever spend alone is when I am working or when my husband is away filming. I put the kids to bed and have an hour and a half in the evening for myself.
My husband is from Hawaii and his father who was also born in Hawaii was a teenager when Pearl Harbor happened, right before church and he ran up and got on the roof of his grandfather’s house and watched the planes go over.
I’ve a big bum and chunky calves. My husband says I’ve got elephantiasis of the legs.
Even now, my husband Jerry, our son Matthew and I live only five minutes away from my parents home, and my brothers live about ten minutes away. It’s been great having such a supportive family.
Our problem with President Obama isn’t that he’s a bad person. By all accounts, he too is a good husband, and a good father – and thanks to lots of practice, a pretty good golfer.
Every summer my husband and I pack our suitcases, load our kids into the car, and drive from tense, crowded New York City to my family’s cottage in Maine. It’s on an island, with stretches of sea and sandy beaches, rocky coasts, and pine trees. We barbecue, swim, lie around, and try to do nothing.
I TiVo ‘CSI,’ ‘CSI: Miami,’ ‘Grey’s Anatomy,’ ‘Young and The Restless’ – my husband hates that one – and that’s pretty much it.
The death of my husband, coming immediately after the general knowledge of the discoveries with which his name is associated, was felt by the public, and especially by the scientific circles, to be a national misfortune.
In 1973, a woman could not get a credit card without her husband or father or a male signing off on it.
When I first met my husband, he had a very good job – company car, pension plan, grudging respect from his staff – the lot. I, on the other hand, was badly paid and devoid of ambition. Then I had a couple of books published and confounded all expectations by starting to earn more than he did.
Is it right to shoot the poor prostitute or a woman who is unfaithful to her husband, or a man who loves another man?
I am a big popcorn fanatic. I love popcorn. In fact one year for my birthday, my husband bought me one of those big popcorn machines like they have in movie theaters.
As a husband and as a father of girls, I cannot imagine any woman in my family making the sacrifice of sanity required to run for office. The limited reward for public service cannot blunt the cost.
I want people to see how hard my husband and kids work on the ranch.
All the women that are first born daughters in my family are named Mary, but we’ve all been given nicknames. I don’t know how or why that started, but I’m nicknamed after my great-grandmother, who was Mamie. No one ever calls me Mary, except only if my husband is very serious about something.
I love what I do professionally, I’m really blessed. But my priority is my husband and my children.
My second husband believed I had such a fickle attitude to friendship that each Friday he would update the list of my ‘Top Ten’ friends in the manner of a Top Of The Pops chart countdown.
There are times I wish I was more conventional. I would get a husband and a baby and a big SUV in the ‘burbs and be happy. But forging my own way – my career, my relationships with wonderful but troubled people – that’s who I am.
My husband is an actor, and we don’t talk about acting at home.
My husband, Steve Hamilton – an actor/producer and co-Director of the Southampton Playwriting Conference – and I had been working in the theatre in New York for many years.
A husband who submits to his wife’s yoke is justly held an object of ridicule. A woman’s influence ought to be entirely concealed.
My husband used to shout at my mother, ‘What is wrong with your daughter? I’m married to a man.’
I’m just a husband waltzing in the background.
A wife should no more take her husband’s name than he should hers. My name is my identity and must not be lost.
I think what makes our marriage work amid all the glare is that my husband is my best friend. He inspires everything in my life and enables me to do the best that I can. I want to hang out with him more than anyone.
Strike an average between what a woman thinks of her husband a month before she marries him and what she thinks of him a year afterward, and you will have the truth about him.
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?
I’ve never written about my husband, Steve, or any of my children because I know them all too well. I see them in all their complexities which makes them impossible to render on the printed page.
The first thing I do when I come home is check the refrigerator for cats because I’m convinced that if one dies, my husband will hide it in there because I don’t cook and so I won’t see it. I do drink Cokes, though, so technically he should hide the corpse in the oven. And now I need to start checking the oven.
I think we take it for granted that if you are with your husband after 30 years, then he is the love of your life.
