Quotations About / On:
Some are going out to join their husbands, some to find a husband, some few peradventure to leave a husband.
(Anthony Trollope (1815-1882), British novelist. "The Journey to Panama," Lotta Schmidt: and Other Stories, vol. 1, London, Strahan (1867).)
A good husband makes a good wife.
(John Florio (c. 1553-1625), British author, translator. Silvestro, in Second Frutes, ch. 12 (1591).
The adage is also found in Robert Burton Anatomy of Melancholy, pt. 3, sct. 3 (1621).)
A literary woman's best critic is her husband ...
(Elizabeth Stuart Phelps (1844-1911), U.S. novelist and short story writer. Chapters from a Life, ch. 11 (1897).
Phelps's husband, Herbert D. Ward, was, like her, a popular author.)
Handsome husbands often make a wife's heart ache.
(Samuel Richardson (1689-1761), British novelist. Third edition, London (1751). Anna Howe, in Clarissa, vol. 3, p. 172, AMS Press (1990).)
You are a shameless, husband-hunting by-product of six of the most expensive finishing schools in the Western Hemisphere.
(Tom Waldman (d. 1985), screenwriter, and Frank Waldman (d. 1990), U.S. screenwriter. Bob (Richard Beymer), High Time, to Joy (Tuesday Weld) (1960).)
When a husband's story is believed, he begins to suspect his wife.
(H.L. (Henry Lewis) Mencken (18801956), U.S. journalist, critic. A Mencken Chrestomathy, ch. 30, p. 620, Knopf (1949).)
I promise to be an excellent husband, but give me a wife who, like the moon, will not appear every day in my sky.
(Anton Pavlovich Chekhov (1860-1904), Russian author, playwright. Letter, March 23, 1895, to his editor and friend, A.S. Suvorin. Complete Works and Letters in Thirty Volumes, Letters, vol. 6, p. 40, "Nauka" (1976).)
Never trust a husband too far, nor a bachelor too near.
(Helen Rowland (1875-1950), U.S. journalist. "Finale," A Guide to Men (1922).)
Families are great murderers of the creative impulse, particularly husbands.
(Brenda Ueland (1891-1985), U.S. author and writing teacher. If You Want to Write, 2nd. ed., ch. 1 (1938).)
The nervous bride laughed at her husband's nakedness. He stumbled, blinded by shame and hate.
(Mason Cooley (b. 1927), U.S. aphorist. City Aphorisms, Seventh Selection, New York (1990).)