Wife
My health is wonderful. I work out. I'm working. Playing music. I have a beautiful wife, a nice home, a nice car, I got money in the bank. I got three beautiful dogs that love me. Like I said, I'm blessed. I survived.
A young bride is like a plucked flower; but a guilty wife is like a flower that had been walked over.
I don't mind playing someone's girlfriend or wife if I have something to say, if I bring something to the picture, if I can be strong and powerful and say smart things. If not, then it's just boring.
If I have learned anything, it is to keep my wife happy by sending her lavish gifts. Other men can learn from my success and send their wives and girlfriends fresh flowers for birthdays, anniversaries, and of course, Valentine's Day.
I chose my wife, as she did her wedding gown, for qualities that would wear well.
A good wife is someone who thinks she has done everything right: raising the kids, being there for the husband, being home, trying to do it all.
A good wife is one who serves her husband in the morning like a mother does, loves him in the day like a sister does and pleases him like a prostitute in the night.
There is no lonelier man in death, except the suicide, than that man who has lived many years with a good wife and then outlived her. If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.
I know for my wife and I, we always loved the idea of being young parents.
In the last three years of racing I've met as many women fans as men fans, and in NASCAR it's the same thing. My wife loves cars, but the difference is she doesn't have 20 years of understanding the background of them. She basically drives them and uses her gut feelings as to which is best.
I gather from a lawyer that there was a rehearsal yesterday. We haven't a hope. I know the presiding judge too: I've had the misfortune to sleep with his wife. He was specially picked.
There is nothing nobler or more admirable than when two people who see eye to eye keep house as man and wife, confounding their enemies and delighting their friends.
In summer 1961, Rose-Marie Egger became my wife, and her stabilizing influence has kept me on an even keel ever since. Our honeymoon trip led us to the United States where I spent two post-doc years working on thermal conductivity of type-II superconductors and metals in the group of Professor Bernie Serin at Rutgers University in New Jersey.
A good wife always forgives her husband when she's wrong.
He was a dreamer, a thinker, a speculative philosopher... or, as his wife would have it, an idiot.
I still love my former wife, I won't call her my ex-wife.
When my wife died, I booked myself into the studio just to work, to occupy myself.
I love being my husband's wife.
There are three faithful friends — an old wife, an old dog, and ready money.
A psychiatrist asks a lot of expensive questions your wife asks for nothing.
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