I’m a better husband and father than I was a killer.
First and foremost, I would like to start off by saying that just because my husband is an entertainer, that does not mean that our personal business is for everyone’s entertainment purposes.
My husband’s a director, so he understands what I do.
Why did I elope with my husband after knowing him for only four months? I wish I could show people the picture of the two of us that night and have them feel what I felt. But it’s just a picture. It can only capture how things looked, not how they felt.
My husband acts and I have such respect for those that do it well, that I wouldn’t even try to pretend I can act.
The gun lobby finds waiting periods inconvenient. You have only to ask my husband how inconvenient he finds his wheelchair from time to time.
If a good mother is one who loves her child more than anyone else in the world, I am not a good mother. I am in fact a bad mother. I love my husband more than I love my children.
My maternal grandma was a tough, tough lady and a stern woman, who lost her husband young and raised six kids by herself. She lived in a mining community in Upstate New York and ran a boarding house for miners. She took care of an entire family and miners who lived in the house as well.
My husband and I went to Bald Head Island for our four-year anniversary. We spent the night in bed with champagne, tequila and Krispy Kreme doughnuts and watched a boxing match on Showtime.
I’m a terrible husband.
Some people are cool with the fact that their bodies bear witness to this great thing they produced, their children, and I understand that. But on a personal level, it makes me feel better that my breasts are not down to my knees when I’m undressed in front of my husband.
The experience of creating my adventure games was, other than marrying my husband and bringing into the world my two sons, the most fulfilling, wonderful experience I ever had.
In the late spring of 2008, my wealthy entrepreneurial husband, Elon Musk, the father of my five young sons, filed for divorce. Six weeks later, he texted me to say he was engaged to a gorgeous British actress in her early 20s who had moved to Los Angeles to be with him.
My husband changed jobs so fast that I simply never knew what business he was in.
I’m a dad, I’m a husband, I’m an activist, I’m a writer and I’m just a student of the world.
My husband keeps me really honest.
I’m proud of who I am. I am proud of my husband and our marriage.
My landlady, who is only a tailor’s widow, reads her Milton; and tells me, that her late husband first fell in love with her on this very account: because she read Milton with such proper emphasis.
I try not to set myself up as different or as a celebrity or special. I have a husband that can get on my nerves. I have kids that test my patience. I’ve got a cat I can’t keep off the sofa. It’s real. On a bad day, I’m reading ‘Acts of Faith.’
I never married because there was no need. I have three pets at home which answer the same purpose as a husband. I have a dog which growls every morning, a parrot which swears all afternoon, and a cat that comes home late at night.
I celebrate life every day. I just wake up and say, ‘Thank God. I have a bed. I have my husband. I have my baby.’
I am excited to rise today to support National Mom and Pop Business Owners Day. This celebration honors the husband and wife business owner teams whose work helps drive the economy and fuel job growth.
An oligarchy of race, where the Saxon rules the African, might be endured; but this oligarchy of sex which makes father, brothers, husband, sons, the oligarchs over the mother and sisters, the wife and daughters of every household… carries discord and rebellion into every home of the nation.
When you’re a big money earner and your husband isn’t, it makes you question how feminine you are. I felt I was less feminine than if I was a supporting wife, or a second fiddle, or ‘Mrs. Higgins.’
A good husband is never the first to go to sleep at night or the last to awake in the morning.
The opera is like a husband with a foreign title – expensive to support, hard to understand and therefore a supreme social challenge.
A simple enough pleasure, surely, to have breakfast alone with one’s husband, but how seldom married people in the midst of life achieve it.
My husband is exceedingly busy. For some time the talk of his going had been slack, but just now again there seems to be a move to get him sent to the front!
I’ve really written my books for my husband and our family. They’ve brought us closer together by allowing us to discuss things that were unspoken for so long.
Well, honestly, both my husband and I tend to ignore the tabloids. We see them every once in awhile or it comes to our attention that we are in a tabloid for one reason or another. But it’s always false.
My husband has always been my biggest supporter, and my mother has finally joined the cheerleading team now that her friends have been telling her that they like my work as well.
For instance, I have never believed that there is only one person for each person in the world. It doesn’t make the least sense to me. However, in reality, I fell in love at 45 and I am absolutely certain that my now husband is the only man in the world for me, a truth I find both ridiculous and uplifting.
My wife and I work out together almost every day. It’s just a great way to spend time together. We’re going to run a marathon together later this year, and that’s one more goal that we’ll accomplish as husband and wife.
My professional and human obsession is the nature of language, and my best relationships are with other writers. In many ways, I know George Eliot better than I know my husband.
I look at my father. He is one of my heroes. He is such an incredible, classy man. He was such a great father and such a great husband in so many ways, and we lived through some pretty tough times losing my mom. When I see all that he did, I think, ‘Wow, that’s a really wonderful man.’
I believe that the worst thing the liberals did in this country was the Lyndon Johnson welfare system, which broke up millions of marriages by funneling taxpayers’ money solely to the woman. That made the father and husband irrelevant.
I want kids. I want a soccer team, and I want a husband.
I never want my kids to feel like I’m just some housewife who was just kicking it with my husband, because that’s not the kind of woman that I am.
I want to live with that sense with the music I make, with the art I make, with the way I love my kids, with the way I am a father and a husband and a friend and a follower of Christ, I want to live with reckless abandonment to the truth of the Gospel.
I like spending time with my husband.
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.
I was looking for a husband, but meanwhile to survive, I had to work.
All that a husband or wife really wants is to be pitied a little, praised a little, and appreciated a little.
If I had a choice, I’d rather be admired less and have my husband tormented less. I’d prefer that people concentrate on a fair assessment of him and his Presidency.
Well, rather than to give you my impression on Los Angeles, per se, my older sister’s husband is and American, therefore I have a pretty good idea of the, perhaps the characteristics of Americans in general.
When I bought my first little flat, it was two bedrooms, so I got Sarah Phelps to live with me. My years-later-to-be husband was slightly thinking, ‘Why are you inviting your friends to live with you?’ I was very resistant to leaving my friends.
When my first husband died, what I tried to do is to sort of, you know, try to bring some rationale to the circumstance and think about worse circumstances, and also open the door to what other women experienced when all of a sudden they were left alone. And particularly if they had children.
Half of the time, I’m walking around a construction site, then I’m transitioning into the evening, having drinks with the girlfriends or meeting with my husband and then racing back home to put the kids to bed. I have less time, so I’m a much more efficient decision maker.
I think any husband knows when to stand down when it comes to domestic disputes. After 13 years of marriage, I even think I may have it figured out.
I really love my food. My favourite thing is artichokes. I am not so much interested in desserts or chocolate, though. I also like to cook with my husband Damian.
I’m never just on the couch. Being busy is part of who I am. But it’s hard juggling my family, my husband, balancing that time.
I’m incredibly sad that my mother’s not here to see my kids and that my kids don’t get to know her. And she didn’t meet my husband. That’s one of the hardest things. I don’t even know how to put that into words.
I’m no economist. I don’t even play one on TV. I’m just a husband, a father, a taxpayer.
I simply didn’t believe we needed a constitutional amendment to protect women’s rights. I knew of only one law that was discriminatory toward women, a law in North Dakota stipulating that a wife had to have her husband’s permission to make wine.
