Quotes for divorcing. A divorce can amount to an immeasurable amount of stress and anxiety. Help your friend or loved one see the light at the end of the tunnel with some divorce humour and maybe some words of assurance.
Alimony--the ransom that the happy pay to the devil.
[Marriage] is never wholly happy. Two people can never literally be as one: there is, perhaps, a possibility of content under peculiar circumstances, such as are seldom combined; but it is as well not to run the risk: you may make fatal mistakes. . . . Let all the single be satisfied with their freedom.
Divorce after sixty is likely to mean that one or both partners feel imprisoned--not enough space between them to breathe, too much togetherness, too much interdependence, and no separate hobbies, trips or learning experiences. Boredom from passivity; too much acceptance of limitations.
There is a rhythm to the ending of a marriage just like the rhythm of a courtship--only backward. You try to start again but get into blaming over and over. Finally you are both worn out, exhausted, hopeless. Then lawyers are called in to pick clean the corpses. The death has occurred much earlier.
O Prophet! When ye (men) put away women, put them away for their (legal) period and reckon the period, and keep your duty to Allah, your Lord. Expel them not from their houses nor let them go forth unless they commit open immorality. Such are the limits (imposed by) Allah; and whoso transgresseth Allah's limits, he verily wrongeth his soul. Thou knowest not: it may be that Allah will afterward bring some new thing to pass. Then, when they have reached their term, take them back in kindness or part from them in kindness, and call to witness two just men among you, and keep your testimony upright for Allah.
Alas, sir, In what have I offended you? What cause Hath my behavior given to your displeasure, That thus you should proceed to put me off And take your good grace from me? Heaven witness,
I have been to you a true and humble wife, At all times to your will conformable, Ever in fear to kindle your dislike, Yea, subject to your countenance--glad or sorry As I saw it inclin'd.
Love in marriage cannot live nor subsist unless it be mutual; and where love cannot be, there can be left of wedlock nothing but the empty husk of an outside matrimony, as undelightful and unpleasing to God as any other kind of hypocrisy.
When a man receives no dowry [other] than that of beauty in his wife, he repents soon after the wedding ceremony is over, and the best-looking woman has but few means of defence against the indifference that soon takes the place of infatuation. I tell you again, these unbalanced raptures, these youthful longings and these transports may give us, at first, a few enjoyable nights, but this kind of happiness is not lasting, and, when our passion cools, disagreeable days follow the pleasant nights.
It is quite difficult to understand clearly what reason led the Christians to abolish divorce. Marriage, in every nation on earth, is a contract sensitive to all conventions, and from it should be abolished only what could enfeeble its intended purpose. But the Christians do not regard it from this point of view and they go to considerable trouble to explain their attitude. Marriage to them does not consist in sensual pleasure; on the contrary. . . it seems they wish to banish that element from it as much as possible. Rather, it is to them an image, a symbol, and something mysteriously more, which I do not understand.
Divorce is probably of nearly the same date as marriage. I believe, however, that marriage is some weeks more ancient; that is to say, men quarrelled with their wives at the end of five days, beat them at the end of the month, and separated from them after six weeks' cohabitation.
The only way to be reconciled to old friends is to part with them for good: at a distance we may chance to be thrown back (in a waking dream) upon old times and old feelings: or at any rate we should not think of renewing our intimacy, till we have fairly spit our spite, said, thought, and felt all the ill we can of each other.
The sort of men and women that marriage enslaves would be vastly more wretched and mischievous, if they were set free. I believe that the hell people make for themselves isn't at all a bad place for them. It's the best place for them.
The instant, quick release by divorce from all troubles, great and small, between man and wife, is not better than that other instant, quick relief from bodily pain, which is morphia. . . . We are a cowardly generation, and men shrink from pain.
When people are tied together for life they too often regard manners as a mere superfluity, and courtesy as a thing of no moment; but where the bond can be easily broken, its very fragility makes its strength, and reminds the husband that he should always try to please, and the wife that she should never cease to be charming.
Divorce is a heroic remedy for an awful condition. It is the culmination of a fearful tragedy. I know of nothing worse than incompatibility. There is no hell equal to the hell of having to live with a person who is not your own.
Do you know, I always have a distinct feeling of pleasure when I hear of married people parting. . . . But it isn't a malicious pleasure; There's nothing personal in it. . . . But marriage in general is such a humbug--you forgive the word.
Women are so used t' takin' things home on approval, an' makin' things over, an' exchangin' things, an' takin' things back, that they use th' same system with husbands. They jest reason that they kin take a man an' if they don't like him they kin dump him. Sometimes they try t' make him over. Men don't hanker fer divorces as much as women do. They hain't home much an' besides they kin get away with a double life better'n a woman.
Each in a marriage must make a contribution. Of course. What was that old song? "You're the cream in my coffee . . . You're the salt in my stew"? How great and how true. One has a right to expect such a complement. I was always eager to salt a good stew. The trouble was that I was expected to supply the meat and potatoes as well.
Judaism regards divorce as a catastrophe that is bound to occur in a certain number of mistaken marriages. Rather than chain two unsuited and hating partners together for life, our law provides the machinery for dissolving such unions.
I've been married too many times. How terrible to change children's affiliations, their affections--to give them the insecurity of placing their trust in someone when maybe that someone won't be there next year.
The only hope I can see for the unhappiness of divorce is knowing that it is better than a bad marriage. The unhappiness of divorce ends, in time, for healthy people. Healthy people refuse to stay unhappy. Sooner or later they wake up and decide to be happy again. They lose weight and start exercising. They dye their hair or get a toupee. They buy a red dress and get to a party and start flirting. They redecorate their living quarters. They get out their address books and start looking for old lovers to recycle.
There is cruelty in divorce. There is cruelty in forced or unfortunate marriage. We will continue to cry at weddings because we know how bittersweet, how fragile is the troth. We will always need legal divorce just as an emergency escape hatch is crucial in every submarine. No sense, however, in denying that after every divorce someone will be running like a cat, tin cans tied to its tail: spooked and slowed down.
What we're asking when we ask about divorce is how people fall out of love. And if, as girls, we searched for answers about what boys really wanted, what we're asking, as adults, is what men and women don't want--what causes them to take a stand, to draw the line, to divorce.
Sometimes I dream of an eighth sacrament, the sacrament of divorce. Like communion, it is a slim white wafer on the tongue. Like confession, it is forgiveness. Forgiveness is important not so much for what we've done wrong, but for what we feel we need to be forgiven for. Family, friends, God, whoever loves us, forgives us, takes us in again. They are thrilled by our life, our possibilities, our second chances.
Truth be told, there is nothing like a divorce to make a Madonna out of a Tammy Wynette. Nothing like a divorce, that is, to make even the most accommodating and least politicized female sit up and take note of the fact that the judicial system is run primarily by men who tend on the whole to favor women who stay home and busy themselves with kinder and kuche--and to regard with punitive suspicion (however unconscious) those women who want it every which way, the career and the children and the divorce.