Helen Rowland

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.

A bride at her second marriage does not wear a veil. She wants to see what she is getting.

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.