Marriage - quotes and descriptions to inspire creative writing
"Tyler, I'm a huge romantic, yet my relationships are private. By their nature, that's what they are - intimate. When we create a societal norm we also create stigma for those who choose a different path, or for those who enjoy time together and then grow apart. I say let people be who they are, love who they love. Adults have the right to choose how they love one another. I prefer unconditionality and freedom over possession. A love anchored in the moment stays pure and real."
Marriage isn't a ring worn or a paper signed. It is not something endured but savoured. It is the union of two hearts beating as one, each that would sacrifice for the other's happiness and wellbeing. Marriage is something so beautiful that in that natural world it would be an opening rose, always with radiant petals left to unfurl to a warm sun. Perhaps that is why we give roses to those we love and often have them at our sacred unions. Marriage is the blessing we give to one another, an eternal bond of soul-mates.
"Danny, I don't want to say 'until death do us part,' if I had a thousand lifetimes I'd want them all to be with you. Isn't that what a soul-mates should share? Love that lives on past these mortal bones?"
Their marriage had been inevitable from the time they were teens. They were inseparable. Each was the centre of the universe for the other. They were so relaxed in each other's company, so caring. Their love for one another radiated from them, touching the lives of everyone they knew. Over the years they remained devoted to one other. Through sicknesses and family tragedy's they supported one another. In the rough times neither strayed. Now they walk through the neighbourhood arm in arm, the light spring sunshine reflecting from their silver hair. When asked the secret to a long happy marriage they would smile and say, "good communication, never go to bed on an argument and never let fun become unimportant."
The marriage was a sham. Two months after the ink had dried on the certificate they were each entwined in an affair. It had been a whirl wind romance, hot and heavy. Not much talking had been done, it was mostly non-verbal, physical. Then they had bought tickets to Vegas and come back Mr and Mrs. When it came down to doing the laundry and dishes, paying the bills, putting gas in the car and taking out the garbage they just didn't have a plan. Neither was of a disposition to cope with the monotony that can accompany matrimony. He was repelled by her natural face, he'd never seen her in less than full make-up. She found his toilet habits disgusting and he left hair in the sink when he shaved. They sulked and punished each other for perceived oversights and petty grievances. They enjoyed running one another down to the very friends they had been angry at for telling them they weren't ready to wed. Then with great drama they divorced, posting every vindictive thought to social media
Marriage to Emma meant equality with her peers. They were settled with their husbands and she merely had a girlfriend. When she gave birth to their daughter and their were complications the hospital enforced a family only rule, the notion that Tara was the baby's Mom too just wasn't accepted by the staff. She needed the law to protect her family, she needed the law to award her equal status so it wasn't up to the randomness of people's graces whether they were treated fairly or not. If she passed away she needed the inheritance laws to protect them from unfair taxation and the guardianship of their child to go unchallenged. Adoptive parents didn't have these problems, so why should they?
Their marriage was forged in fire and was all the stronger for it. Only a decade earlier their unison would have been illegal, their love a criminal act. Their children would have been walking proof of their lawlessness. The day they held their certificate, ink still drying under the midday sun, their hands had shaken like leaves, tremulous in an unseen wind. They were not so foolish as to expect acceptance. The law is easier to change than embittered hearts, jealously guarding what they have no right to deny others. So in the street he wrapped his white hand around her black hand and walked with his held high. For this woman had given him the strength to live, she was everything he ever wanted. They would blaze a trail for others to follow. They were partners in laughter, frivolity and serious debate. It would have been easy to become reclusive and shun the world, but they never did. Their home was of music, love, and the warmth of family and friends.
It was a marriage of convenience. An agreement had been inked out between them in a layers office a week before. In casual clothing they arrived at the registry office, their witness in tow. The certificate was just a contract to them and it lay cold on the table of the registrar. At the end of the service they drove to the home they had segregated into two dwellings and continued their lives separately.
Marriage is a place where the savage winds cease, where no clouds can block the warmth of the evening rays. It is a place where the sun may set with not fear of the darkness to come. Where one soul can whisper to another in a language only it's mate can truly hear. A place where togetherness means peace.
We had nothing in common, other than a will for the right result in the end. I was the one lead by emotion and him by cool logic. I wanted to run out and and heal the wounded, he knew it would take resources beyond what we had. He buried himself in work that would bring in the things we needed but I could never pull my head out of the small details. Every step I took had to tangibly take me closer to the over-all goal, to be helping, reducing pain, spreading understanding. He wasn't like that. He could walk in the opposite direction for as long as it took if it was more likely to succeed. We never played chess, we were always on the same side, but if we had been he would have won every time. That's just how we were all through our marriage, the idealist and the pragmatist. I'm not saying that we always agreed, but we never lost respect for the other. I'd never have achieved what I did alone, and neither would he. Neither would the journey have been so pleasant.
I, Ofinite martin take thee Finley durus, to be my lawfully wedded husband, secure in the knowledge that you will be my constant friend, my faithful partner in life, and my one true love.
On this special day, I give to you in the presence of God and all these witnesses my pledge to stay by your side as your faithful wife in sickness and in health, in joy and in sorrow, as well as through the good times and the bad.
I promise to love you without reservation, comfort you in times of distress, encourage you to achieve all of your goals, laugh with you and cry with you, grow with you in mind and spirit, always be open and honest with you, and cherish you for as long as we both shall live.
It's 2040 and the world has changed so much, and for the better. Marriage is different too, no-one talks of "contracts" anymore and there is no signing of pieces of paper. There is no "til death do we part," or "in sickness and in health." Instead we see it as a union blessed by our Creator in his holy Love and that it is an eternal bond in His holy light. Our friends and families are part of the ceremony too, and they promise to help keep us on Love's path, to counsel us wisely when we falter and to help keep our union strong.
It's been a while since the change came and the politicians asked the working people what they needed to be truly happy instead of allowing corporations to bully them with slick advertising designed by psychologists to exert maximum pressure. Now Love comes first, love between partners of whatever gender, love between children and parents and love between friends. It took time but we've redesigned our society so that one person working five days a week can comfortably support a family. The children are more relaxed, more loved, and it is no longer permissible to advertise products to them.
No advertising or media is permitted that confuses people between love, greed, envy, jealousy and vanity. We still like to look nice, but it's not an obsession anymore. Now we can feel the divine's love radiating from one another and we are happy. The obesity epidemic receded and mental health problems almost disappeared. Once we knew how to achieve true Love and happiness we no longer craved junk food but wholesome homemade fare.
We live with such joy and marriage is now the beautiful entity our Lord intended, not seen as a struggle, but as something infinitely beautiful to be cherished forever.
"Till death do us part" is morbid to me. I want the fairy tale. I want "and they lived happily ever after." What's wrong with that? Why start a life of love by thinking about death? I choose to believe that my husband is my soulmate, that we will always be together in this life and beyond. Doesn't love endure forever?